Why do my cheeks feel so warm when I think about him?
his smile is breath taking.
I want to hold him in my arms and kiss his cheek, run my hand through his hair, or maybe even stare into his pretty eyes if he lets me.
There's nothing wrong with that... right?
An exorcist and a supernatural, we're worlds apart. We can't be togeather, it wouldnt work out.
Not even in the slightest.
So why do I still hope?
Why am I still clinging onto the possibility that we can be with eachother forever? Just me and him.
I'm a fool,
I regret not telling him how I feel.
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MitsuKou Oneshots
RandomI suck at writing angst This is really just for me so I can write whatever I want whenever I feel like it :d
