❝Self-Loathing was by far a capital disease caused by the many inner conflicts that were being created within our deepest consciousness. An unseen form that would soon take a toll on our bodies, and frankly, if possible-our brains might soon be next.❞
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♡ This was an idyllic era. Unlike most young lads his age, [Name] dabbled within the art of baking. He simply enjoyed combining new flavours and characteristics, as well as compelling them to come to life. [Name] seemingly cherished seizing his duration; lending each and every elegant parcel a morality nature, ━ hence his favourite of desserts that were created, would compile to be dubbed 'neko fluff'.
[Name] didn't know why he tended for the elegant art so vastly, for he has never inhabited a feline before. In fact, he was allergic to them- but the manner of making cute and fragile feline structures, made him feel at solace. Although, if they precisely arose to validity, he might end up in the infirmary.
The commonwealth alone frightened him, principally inhaling and exhaling in an insulated white room, whilst being hooked up to a restricted slabs of cords and iv's. Other than that, he shook his head, sighing and looked up at the Roman emblems chronometer he had that was placed on the wall in his kitchen.
5:45 PM.
[Name] has been awake for less than an hour and a half baking sweet goods. Why, you might ask?? He's an early bird. Once he left school, he got home, received a shower and cooked a small meal for himself. Whilst his last responsibility was transpiring, he started fulfilling his study. However, only one notion was nailed inside his head, making him gape at who hus academy companions were correlating him too.
