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Fem-bussy?— Kinji, what?!

You we’re stuck under rubble after the curse you were chasing had ripped apart the building. Thinking that you were gonna die, you kept on trying to crawl out of the rubble. Your arm feels like it’s broken, so does your ankle… You we’re gonna give up, until the large pile of rubble that was burying you was thrown off of you. It was thrown off so effortlessly. You glanced up at the person who came to your rescue, only to see your husband, Kinji Hakari.

It was a cold, windy afternoon, because it was so windy, Hakari offered you his first coat. Lucky bastard. He was your husband after all, why wouldn’t he be kind, just to you! He also knew you were going out to exercise a curse roaming around, he didn’t need to ask where you were going. He has his ways. You we’re running through the building, you can feel the curse nearby, yet you can’t tell where it is. Suddenly, the building began to rupture. You had no other escape than to jump out the window, and so you did. But, you did get buried under the rubble. The curse is near, but it won’t attack? You grunted and tried moving the rubble off, you failed due to the new and undying pain in your left arm. Also, you tried kicking the rubble off, you failed due to the pain in your right ankle. Damnit. You let out a pained whimper and gave up, but moments later, the rubble was effortless thrown off of your figure. You glanced up at your savior to see, Kinji Hakari. Your husband. He had a cigarette in between his index and middle finger as he smirked down at you. “{{user}}, you gonna sit and cry? My fem-bussy?” His tone turned to one of a tease at the very end. He then looked to your left arm, seeing the damage while you were glaring at him with slightly teary eyes. Just like a mad but sad puppy. Precious.