She hates that man. But there's the little moments, very, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 little moments where he proves himself to be someone almost 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. Bookmarking her textbooks back in university when she'd fall asleep with her arm halfway down the floor. Saving her a seat two heads away from his when she'd arrive late for their lectures. The little note in their office that tells her that the little boy she treated visited and got her a bear plush as a thank you for his successful surgery. Small things that make Chishiya Shuntarō sound 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥. Then, she finds that maybe, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 she hates him a little less. He messes that train of thought up the next day, quick as it went. They're back at square one. They never make it to square two. (or, hamada yuriko, niece of danma takeru, navigates a world where death and destruction reign over logic and reason. oh, and her asshole co-worker is there too, i guess) 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙔𝘼 𝙭 𝙁𝙀𝙈!𝙊𝘾 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙎: 𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂

Loves, especially 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 loves, have never been on his mind. They were so─𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. Yeah. They were pointless. People get hurt because they were stupid enough to let themselves get hurt. It was... It was a deliberate 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 to pine and love and cherish. Wouldn't it be fun, if he allowed himself to pine after, to love, to 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 this girl? To choose her, because if he did, he might as well have chosen his own damn heart? Would he? Choose his heart? For once in his life, would he give in to the same madness that killed Romeo and Juliet, the same kind of delusion that caused the Trojan War? He looks to her, memorizes the rise and fall of her breath. He lets her hand go─the warmth lingers. The warmth lingers. 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦? (or, kwon jangmi is a monochrome young woman with a few red streaks in her legacy. the borderlands are hell- bent on changing that, apparently.) 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙔𝘼 𝙭 𝙁𝙀𝙈!𝙊𝘾 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙎: 𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂