This is somewhat different from other stories.
Honestly, I haven't played Legend Of Zelda: Majora's Masks. NEVER. I might....
Once upon a time, there was a boy. His name was Ben. In his high school life, his classmates often bullied him for his abnormal looks. It didn't bothered him much though, or so he thought. When depression hit, scars appeared upon his wrists. Not knowing what to do, he ended up lost in a forest near his apartment. When an antique house came into view, he strolled forward, helping for shelter and a safe spot to rest.
But. . . That so called safe place wasn't as safe as he has expected. He found a strange boy about his age, staring at him while twirling his knife playfully between his fingers. Before he knew it, his life'd changed.
ㅓPlease Beware That This Is Mature. Blood involve, depression as it isㅏ
♦︎But Since I Suck At Describing Crap, It's alright♦︎
☀︎Continuing☀︎
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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