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Oops. I did it again. Why am I so clumsy?! Sadly, I had spilled yet another bowl of Sake, it dribbled down the front of my sweater, making me sticky.
I hoped Tomoe didn't walk in. He somehow always seems to know what to say to make me feel bad, it infuriates me. I sat there fuming, drink in hand, contemplating my existence and everything around me. I hated getting mad. It was unnecessary to be so angry at everything like a certain white fox. I like being happy, and I've been told it suits me. And yet I couldn't help but hate everything at this exact moment. Ok, I told myself, you're ok. I stood up and walked to my room, and yet I was worried about him. As usual, we had gotten into an argument, over the stupidest thing. Cookies. I feel bad now, but he knows my favorite flavor of cookie is white chocolate macadamia nut. He then proceeds to call me racist and a bad character. Grrrrrrr. I was still worried about him, and even though I may deny it, I still loved him with all my heart. I knew he didn't feel the same way, and I was okay with that.
So as I walked down the hallway, or more accurately waddled, since the Sake had dried and was sticking to my clothes. I got into my room and closed the door behind me, because even though I was certain I was alone, after getting assaulted several times, I was NOT taking any chances.
I put on a t-shirt and checked my new phone. Every time I looked at my phone I giggled. I remember having to drag Tomoe to the phone store, and him helping me pick one out. We had settled on a black iPhone, so I could keep up with school friends. Funny, ever since I moved to the shrine, I had made so many friends.
I made my way back to the kitchen, where I looked out the window and saw my favorite two yokai's raking the courtyard. I smiled, and I think my heart grew a little bit more, if that's possible.
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Falling In Love With You (Nanami x Tomoe)
RandomI saw Tomoe's eyes fall closed, and I watched his face go slack from exhaustion. He was gorgeous, even asleep. The curve of his cheek, slightly pressed against the pillow we shared. The way his chest was directly on mine. The way his heartbeat felt...
