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Haruchiyo X fem yn
Smut<3
This song instantly reminded me of this pinky!
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"Pretty please,hold my hand and let's dance on the edge of this knife~ let me ruin your heart, baby"
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Perfect.
Everything was set to perfection that day,
Her hair was on point,
Makeup done to enhance her beauty,
Dress fit her curves and dips- hot chick alert!
And last but not least,
"What the f-?!"
That's the thousandth time yn has woke up from her head splitting nightmare. She keeps getting glimpses of that stupid stupid day over and over, it happened years ago. There's no reason why it should be repeating,not now not ever.
She slept back onto the soft sheets,turning to find an empty side. It's not new to her, the only man to ever love her is possibly gone or dead somewhere- though there is this eery feeling of someone watching them.
Them? Well-
"Mama! Mama! I can't sleep,can I sleep here with Mochi?"
Yn smiled warmly,scooping up her daughter and their pet cat hopped onto the corner ,curling up into a fluffy ball ,meowing once before she slept. Harumi is her daughter,born from the failed marriage of yn and her husband who divorced the woman saying she was too demanding when in fact he was busy sleeping with a young woman.
For harumi's sake yn fought so hard to keep her husband sane even if he didn't love her as a wife. She just wanted the little girl to have a father and someone to guide her, yn can't do this alone, that's what she thought until one day he decided to raise a hand on harumi. Yn didn't heed to his pleadings and proceeded to go through the court, getting custody of harumi and moving to a far place from their hometown.
This girl is yn's only reason to come back home everyday. Her innocence,her beautiful smile,sweet laughter,she wants to protect it all.
"Mama, tomorrow I have no school~"
Yn grinned at her daughter, slinging an arm around her small figure as she snuggled up closer and kissed the top of her head. She knew what the 10 year old had been hinting at and brushed away her hair.
