it stung, everything stung. the tears that swelled from eyes, hands that tried to muster the strength to live. she couldn't do it, she couldn't live.
did she fail them all? did she cause the doom and despair?
there was something... uncomforting about this moment, body pooled in her own crimson, vision blurred.
a fear played it in her heart, one that didn't want to die, one that wanted to live to see her friends grow more into the people they were meant to be. +
/ / i forgot to put in pinned that my chiaki is 18 nom nom, since we don't have many confirmed dangan ages for the babies.
i would cook her an alive but well... she could not have possibly survived that i fear. * 💧
all shipping with come with chemistry. chiaki identifies as bisexual in my head-canon so as long as it isn't creepy i don't mind working something out.