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❛ yeah, ❜ momijikawa starts, already beginning to straighten up. ❛ 'course i can make it. it looks a lot worse than it actually is, but it's not that bad. ❜
peeling himself from his boyfriend, he extends his arm with mild
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out all of momijikawa's first aid supplies, and he takes a seat at one of the kitchen chairs. with a heavy grimace, he removes the cloth, heavy with his own ichor.
❛ jeez, ❜ he hisses, brows furrowing. ❛ you sure you got
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momijikawa had never seen anything like it before. sakura moved and fought with a ferocity that was almost 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯.
for the first few moments as sakura rips into their opponents single - handedly, all momijikawa can do is stare,
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he inhales and exhales slowly along with the other before taking a small step back. ❛ you finished 'em off, there's no point in wasting anymore time here. let's go. ❜
turning, he finally peers down at his cut, which is a lot
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running into a group of delinquents with @FlST0FJUSTICE after they'd gone out to buy medicine, the lone pair didn't hesitate for a second before jumping into action. though no one else was around, the group was no trouble for such a
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between the scum and his boyfriend, landing a powerful blow to the guy's face. ❛ i hate guys who bring weapons into a fist fight, ❜ he grunts, brows furrowed and expression tight with a simmering rage.
he has yet to even notice
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the words had escaped momijikawa before he had a chance to even consider what he was saying. mind still adled with the heavy murkiness of his nightmare, he hadn't even realized that he'd said it out loud at all...
though there was
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a little stiff, he doesn't reject the embrace, moving into sakura with little resistance. brows furrow as he shakes his head.
❛ s—sorry, ❜ he starts, voice sounding smaller than he likes, hoarser, too. he clears his throat.
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