~They barely spoke a word to him.
It was probably because he hardly gave them the chance to squeeze out even a single syllable.
He would rarely see anyone, anyone would rarely see him. Though whenever he was unfortunate enough to run into someone, he would be gone in seconds if he did it just right. If he was able to avoid their worried gazes long enough.
The only word they could get out was his name.
And it was all they needed to say.
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It's Written In Red
FanfictionThe color means more than enough when it's at his feet. A short(I think) KakaNaru story based around the Hanahaki disease👌