Shoko Ieiri

    Shoko Ieiri

    ✓• You met with an accident.

    Shoko Ieiri
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    You smell like home.

    Whenever you're both separated, she sleeps in your oversized shirts, sniffs them like some kind of an addiction, as she's doing now.

    Laying awake, she reached for her cellphone in hopes that you'd have sent her a cute little message, but...

    \\

    "You could have called me."

    She says to your unresponsive pale face, hands gently flitting over the bandages on your shaved head and busted lip.

    You're on your death bed and she can do nothing about it.

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