Random Stuff I'm Proud Enough to Post

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an rp paragraph i just typed and i actually like

i made it actually readable and for some people and extended for more angst. appreciate me you rats.

context: basically shuichi was being a beta cuck and was acting like a baby bc he didnt think kokichi even liked him

tw  for s//cide ig??

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Shuichi's breath hitched at the question, his eyes darting up towards him. Was he that obvious? You're better than this Shuichi, how could you let this slip so easily? Pathetic. He swallowed thickly before opening his dry mouth. His lips felt as dry as sandpaper, so he licked them nervously before continuing. "Do... Do I matter to you? Wait. Don't answer that. It sounds dumb. A-Ah, I mean... what... who a-am I? N-no fuck that also sounds stupid too—"

Saihara stumbled over his words with laboring breaths, his hand moving around as if he were trying to mime his feelings as well. If this were a cartoon, his eyes would be comically drawn with swirls that indicated someone was insane and pools of sweat dripping down his face. His paranoia that he held on for a year was finally pouring out of him in waves and he felt like he was truely going insane. He could feel his breath quicken as his mind became static and he edged another panic attack, the pressure of admitting whatever had him like this getting to him.

"Y-You're fine Shuichi... c-calm down. Stop being dumb in front of Ouma." Those words seemed to bring back some of his sanity along with a few deep breathes. Only a little. He soon continued, his stutter not becoming any better.

"A-Are we... together? Are you using me for something... or i-is this real?? I feel like i-it isn't I want to be wrong. So wrong." He gripped Kokichi's hand with one hand and his hair with another, tugging fiercely. ilHe was practically pleading at this point, begging for it to all be real and not some fantasy he wasted his life on. The fact of the matter was that he needed Ouma Kokichi. Ouma was the life support that's power plug was loosly hanging in the outlet. Shuichi felt as if he tugged even a bit he would ruin everything and kill himself.

And a slow painful death it would be.