‍ ‍ 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍

Kyoto, Japan.

he’s calling for @etherieums

the male’s head was thrown back with a laugh, toned arms moving in front of his chest to defend himself. “ nat, long time no see and ( *this ) is how you greet me —? ”

he’s offering the reader a bowl of cereal

cue him glaring at the reader.

without any hesitation he laid down next to her , a toned arm snaking underneath her upper half to pull her in closer. “ i’m here , don’t worry ” he’s cooing as a hand reached to run through her hair , the other pulling the comforter up over them. “ you tired , logi —? ”

“ wait — i wasn’t being (*serious) ! ” he can’t help but find it humorous; several laughs passing through dual lips. “ it’d look cool if my band - aids matched my hair — i’ll gladly take them” he’s rolling his sleeve farther up , allowing more room for her to apply them.

shoulders raised and fell in a light shrug , eyes looking upwards for a moment before looking back downwards to meet her eyes, a breathy sigh could be heard from him. “as much as i would like to say no , i’ll take your advice for (* once) — as long they aren’t pink band – aids”

surprised by her quick responses to the knocks , lips curled into smile as the glass pane was slid open. after climbing through the window frame , he trailed behind her. “ i missed you too , shithead ”

he’s knocking on the reader’s bedroom window.

he’s repeating her question out loud, head shaking back and forth. swallowing down a heavy lump that had formed in his throat unbeknownst to him, he managed to find her eyes once more “ no — no , i’m not doing ( * anything ) but help you try to figure this shit out ”

making his best attempt at maintaining eye contact with her proved difficult as her glossy hues drifted around the room. a hand moved to wipe the continuous red tears that streamed down her cheeks, the other reaching to move stray locks from her face. “( * kill ) you — ?” +

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he said , attempting to hold back a gag as he looked at the pile on the floor. turning her to face her, the male backed her up toward the couch, sitting her down on the edge. crouching down to hands rested on either of her shoulders. “ you are ( * here ) , xan , with ( * me ) ”

he tried reminding her, loosening up on his hold of her. head immediately turned to the side as she began throwing up what ever — or whoever — she had eaten not long ago. “ oh jesus fuck — ” +

as they reached the living room , he tried his best to keep the girl in his arms upright , letting out a breath as she gave up. “ xan , try to breathe for me ” +

he’s trying to calm her, fighting his way to hold her back, blood from her hands beginning to smear on his clothes. “ xan , listen to me — !” he’s pleading, attempting to break through to her. arms stayed securely wrapped around her frame now pulling her into the living room

the flood of screams caused the male’s ears to ring , jaw clamping down as he tried to ignore it. long arms wrapped around the girl’s abdomen, pulling her away from the mirror. “ xan it’s okay , i’m right here ” +