Infinite (adj); limitless or endless in space, extent, or size; impossible to measure or calculate.
❝Infinite love, the kind that will end when infinity runs out.❞
➳ [Y/N], the mist pillar's tsuguko; also known as his future wife, in her infatuated...
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➳ I wish I could update faster, because y'all have been so supportive that you deserve it, but I have so much homework ｡:ﾟ(｡ﹷ ‸ ﹷ ✿)
Yesterday I got seriously depressed, but reading your nice comments (and my wifey and babies' support), I felt much better. Thank you so much.
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Muichiro's eyebrows lowered down significantly. He felt your sadness as his own, although you hadn't told him why you had arrived home crying and panting.
"[Y/N]?" the tenderness of his voice worsened the pain you felt, the fact that his face showed a hint of concern multiplied that pain by a thousand. His grip on the door tightened, his fingers would probably leave holes on the wood due to the force he didn't realize he was using. "What happened?"
"N-nothing! I'm tired, that's all"
«She looks drained. Did she even eat? Was that bastard so disgusting-looking that she couldn't eat a single bite?»
"Are you hungry?" he asked as you finished taking off your shoes and got into the mist estate.
"No, I... I will just go to sleep"
He sighed, concerned, and watched as you faded deeper into the house.
"Good night" he muttered, his stone-like expression hinting worry. His eyes inevitably made contact with the pinks and oranges that came from the window, signifying that the sun was beginning to set.
『 °*• ❈ •*°』
A chilling breeze brushed against Muichiro's sleepy face. His tired eyes opened ever so slowly, yet even then, it was as if he had gone blind. There wasn't a single ounce of color or light around. The sliding door that faced the garden was half open, enough for the moonlight to caress his dreams and let the breeze cool down his body. Yet, that night, there wasn't a single trace of the lunar body around, nor did the stars bother to show up. His hands clasped the tatami to push himself up enough to sit up, think for a couple seconds looking around the darkness of his room, and finally standing up.
He would look for matches to light a candle, but he forgot where he left them and it would be difficult to find him in the darkness. The energy was frequently gone too, so he couldn't turn the lightbulbs on either.
He shrugged, feeling his way through the hallway with a single hand.
Once he had arrived to the only other room that didn't make echo when he knocks on the door, he knew that it was yours.
