( a groan, followed by a cough that sends spit flying against the ground. it’s a grueling situation, knowing that this man was /abusing/ his role as a teacher to instill some respect
now, come on. don' t call your favorite teacher such names. what will being rude bring to you? ( bringing his hand up before slamming it down on the younger one' s abs. decim chuckles before—
in the teenage girl. even if she was headstrong, maki was *still younger than decim. still lacking years of experience, unlike decim. ) don—— don’t *call me a dog, you hear me?
the decision itself was hard. it takes months for her to verbally admit and settle with her inevitable option, but it was time for her to go. the environment wasn’t made for maki,
— She was desperate. Been a long time since her sister saw Mai sobbing this ugly, but she didn't care about how she looked or how anyone would see her. She just needs Maki to stay.
and unlike mai, she couldn’t settle for rock bottom. this life wasn’t for her anymore. it never was, actually.
but, it’s hard to leave when your sister clings to you at the exit of
actions, albeit a little violent and often influenced by her grudges against a certain group of sorcerers.
⠀⠀⠀“let’s spend the day together, then. just us.”
he’s not that heavy, so it’s easy for her to carry his weight. she wasn’t weak, but she’s sure okkotsu of all people could agree with that claim. he’s always been supportive of her
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“ i missed you too, maki-san. you always end up crossing my mind, if that makes you feel anything. ”
he only gets nervous when he's caught off guard ... she hss no cursed energy within her, so he can't exactly track her every movement.
she definitely uses it to ——
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📲: yes, i think it’d be so fun! don’t you, senpai? ^_^
📲: us, no annoying boys to ruin our night, n endless singin’ + drinks: we’d be in heaven!
📲: … okaaaay, but i missed you WAY more!
maki, unlike mai, forced herself to forget everything that happened when they were children. she knows that they’re not the best of memories, but mai seems to cling onto them because
— As the metallic thrust of the piston pushes deeper, stretching her jaw, Mai’s mind drifts away from the biting cold and the crushing weight of her sister. Suddenly, she isn't sixteen, can't remember the exact age but couldn't be more single digits.
the older zen’in focuses on what’s good for her. “you look so pretty like this, i swear.” the gun slowly thrusts in and out of her mouth. it glistens with saliva, frothing it up