Historias de Yanderezenistu

"Zenistu, what the hell happened?" They questioned, looking at their tired friend with the utmost concern. Their friend had that metallic smell that burned their nose the closer he got. "I just ran into a problem..on my way back.." His voice overall seemed tired and sad, and they assumed it possibly the aftermath of loosing a precious friend just a few days ago. Walking closer to them, the blonde man wrapped his arms around their body, and leaned onto them for support. "I'm sorry about /!,*>=[ , but you can't keep doing this to yourself.."