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"Of course not!" ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱
After that incident you realized that you were getting side-tracked. Clear faces meant close connections and that wasn't good at all.
Especially not with the character that you knew was gonna die early on.
You refused to get involved with the plot, you really did. Creating more and more timelines could cause more problems. You knew that.
Maybe you should just run away..yeah..far away from the plot. Maybe get rich and go to another country. Yeah, That's a good idea— AAAAAAAAAA
"What on earth?-.."
You flinched at the screaming as you snapped your head towards the noise. Looking at Toguro sit down on poor Atsuo's back as he did push-ups on the yard.
Giving a deadpan at the screaming Atsuo, you grunted as you shook your head and went back to writing with a few grumbles.
You paused looking across the small table where the fiery haired boy leaned with his face in his hands, watching you journal, not understanding a single thing you're writing but still silently supporting you with a small encouraging smile.
He didn't smile as big as he does as an adult. He was much calmer and more gentle with his tone. Unlike his loud and bright self in the future.
You hummed as you copied his position, resting your chin on your palm as you stared back at him, causing him to blink on confusion.
'I wonder just how much i can change about him without affecting the original plot..'
You tilted your head in your palm as Kyojuro started to get nervous under your observant gaze.
'Is his dulled hearing really necessary? I think i prefer him with his lower volume more..'
Kyojuro couldn't help but feel flustered yet he took it as a challenge and stared back, unblinking.
'what about the records? He was self-taught because his father stopped teaching him. Those records are probably nothing but shreds by now. Knowing he's probably thirteen like Atsuo..is his mom-'*SLAM!!*
Kyojuro slammed his hands on the table, red in the face as he sweat-dropped before laughing nervously.
"I think you've already won L/N-San!! Please say something.." he exclaimed as he cleared his throat.
