Many people have told me I was "abnormal." Whatever that means. It never bothered me anyway. They only call me that because I can't die. Cut off my head, spill my organs out, and slowly take off my limbs in an extremely excruciating way; it doesn't matter.
I can't die.
That's alright, though! That means I'm in charge of protecting everyone, even if they don't like it. I'm not physically strong in the slightest, but again, I can't die, so what does it matter?
Truthfully, I think I'm strange, too. I don't belong anywhere. Human's hate me because I'm not like them. Because I don't have an expiration date. Demons hate me because, well, I'm not a demon.
(follows the Manga, some dialogue could be different from the actual show.)
❝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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