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i do not pity israel. never have, and never will.

each night that gaza experiences is deadlier than the last, as idf soldiers record propaganda tiktoks, make rave parties and grwms and fit checks, gloat over having food and water, and film themselves deriving sadistic pleasure from torturing their hostages and victims and desecrating the dead.

Palestinians have to display their martyred before the camera for you to believe the atrocities that the zionist entity has subjected them to. they cannot even mourn in private. the apartheid entity murders them in cold blood, and you deliver the killing blow by doubting them.

babies whose families have been killed will never get to know their own name.

i can't reshare a tenth of the videos and photos that cross my timeline. i have seen more dead children in the past month than i have known death my entire life.

israeli settlers burn olive trees, bomb bakeries and fishing boats, shower white phosphorus and earthquake bombs on the captive civilians of gaza. you already know about the disastrous effects of white phosphorus, but earthquake bombs were last used during ww2 to wipe out entire cities.

how holy is the land that seeks to be built over the mass graves of thousands of children? is it holier than the miracle of a child being born in this hypocritical world?

all 11 universities in gaza have been bombed. academics should be agitating right now, especially those who call themselves "decolonial thinkers." destruction of universities is a sinisterly deliberate act to sabotage the Palestinians who will survive this great catastrophe.

the act of cleansing your hands before prayer is extremely important to muslims. no part of us can remotely comprehend the grief of the mother who refused to wash her hands from the blood of her children after losing them in a zionist airstrike over gaza. "I swear I won't wash them, I won't wash my hands, how else am I supposed to sleep near my kids."

it is only both moral and right when one side defends itself. the other side are the price of war, no better than insects and cattle and sheep left to die within the four walls of the slaughterhouse.

this situation should not be up for debate, but let me finish with one final thing : do your research about Palestine. HOWEVER. you do not need a degree in middle east studies to object to an ongoing genocide. if someone outwits you in a debate about historical details and every nuance of a subject, you were and will remain entirely correct in objecting to a genocide.

may those martyred rest in peace and be reunited again with their loved ones in heaven's eternal vastness.

DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.

glory to Palestinian resistance. from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

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May Allah protect and honour our men. Ameen.

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Israel has cut water, electricity and food to Palestinians in Gaza. They are buying 10.000 M16 rifles and plan to distribute to civilian settlers in the West Bank to hunt down Palestinians. They're bombing the only way out of Gaza through Egypt, after telling refugees to flee through it, and have threatened the Egyptian government in case they let aid trucks pass through. Entire families, generations, are being wiped out and left to wander the streets hoping they don't get bombed.

Palestinians are using their last minutes of battery to let the world know about their genocide and are being met with a wall of "What about Hamas? What about the beheaded babies? Killing children on either side is bad!" even though the propaganda claims have been debunked over and over again. How cruel is it to ask somebody to condemn themselves before their last words? Or before grieving the loss of their entire families? When there's no such disclaimer to Israelis even though their government has shown over and over genocidal intent? Like who are you even trying to appease? What will your wishy washy statement do against decades of zionist thought infiltrating evangelical and Jewish stablishmemts?

Take action. Israel will fall back if public opinion turns its tide. The UK fell back on its bloody decision to cut aid to Palestine under public scrutiny. The USAmerican empire spends $3.8 billion dollars annually solely on this proxy war while its people suffer under a progressively military regime as well. News outlets are canceling last minute on Palestinian speakers while letting Israelis tell lies unchecked. Palestinian refugees are being targeted in ICE establishments and mosques are already being hounded by the FBI. Europe, Canada and the US have banned pro-Palestine protests but people are still resisting. You have the chance to stop this from turning into repeat of the Iraq war.

I want to do something but there's hardly anything for me to do from Brasil besides spreading the word and not letting these testimonies fall on deaf ears. I'm asking you to do this same ant work from wherever you are.

Follow:

Eye On Palestine (instagram / twitter)

Mohammed El-Kurd (instagram / twitter)

Decolonize Palestine (website with a chronological explanation of the occupation and debunking myths)

Muhammad Shehada (twitter)

Plestia Alaqad (directly from Gaza. Many of her videos are interrupted by bombs)

If there's a protest in your city, please attend. Here's an international calendar of events:

Friday, October 13

ALBUQUERQUE, NM (US) – Fri Oct. 13, 3 pm, UNM Bookstore, University of New Mexico. Organized by Southwest Coalition for Palestine.

BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA (US) – Fri Oct 13, 6 pm, Sproul Hall (Vigil), University of California Berkeley. Organized by Bears for Palestine.

DOUAIS, FRANCE – Fri Oct 13, 6:30 pm, Place de’Armes.

GOTHENBURG, SWEDEN – Fri Oct 13, 5:30 pm, Brunnsparken. Organized by Palestinska samordningsgruppen Gothenburg.

GREENSBORO, NC (US) – Fri Oct. 13, 4 pm, Wendover Village, 4203 W Wendover Ave, Greensboro, NC. Organized by Muslims for a Better NC.

LONDON, ENGLAND – Fri Oct 13, 5 pm, Keir Starmer’s Office, Crowndale Center, 218 Eversholt St, London. Organized by IJAN UK.

MEANJIN/BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA – Fri Oct 13, 6 pm, King George Square.

MIAMI, FL (US) – Fri Oct 13, 4:30 pm, Bayfront Park. Organized by Troika Kollectiv.

NAPOLI, ITALY – Fri Oct 13, 4:30 pm, Piazza Garibaldi, Napoli. Organized by GPI and Centro Culturale Handala Ali.

NGUNNAWAL/CANBERRA, AUSTRALIA – Fri Oct 13, 5:30 pm, Carema Place.

PERTH/BOORLOO, AUSTRALIA – Fri Oct. 13, 5:30 pm, Murray Street Hall, Boorloo/Perth. Organized by Friends of Palestine WA.

PORTLAND, OREGON (US) – Fri Oct 13, 3 pm, 1200-1220 SW 5th Ave, Portland.

PORT RICHEY, FL (US) – Fri Oct 13, 7:30 am, Route 19 and Ridge Road, Port Richey. Sponsored by: Florida Peace Action Network; Partners for Palestine; CADSI

PRETORIA, SOUTH AFRICA – Friday, Oct. 13, 7 pm, UP Main Campus, DSA Building opposite Thuto. Organized by PSC UP.

WITSWATERSRAND UNIVERSITY (SOUTH AFRICA) – Fri Oct 13, 1 pm, Great Hall Piazza, Flag demonstration. Organized by Wits PSC.

Saturday, October 14

ABERDEEN, SCOTLAND – Sat, Oct. 14, 2 pm, St. Nichlas Square. Organized by Scottish PSC.

AUCKLAND, NEW ZEALAND – Sat Oct 14, 2 pm, Aotea Square, Queens St, 291-2997 Queen St. Organized by PSN Aotearoa.

DETROIT/DEARBORN, MICHIGAN (US) – Sat Oct 14, 2 pm, Ford Woods Park, 5700 Greenfield Road. Organized by SAFE, PYM, SJP, Handala Coalition, more.

DUNDEE, SCOTLAND – Sat, Oct. 14, 2 pm, Place TBA. Organized by Scottish PSC.

EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND – Sat, Oct 14, 2 pm, Princes Street at Foot of the Mound. Organized by Scottish PSC.

FRANKFURT, GERMANY – Sat Oct 14, 3 pm Hauptwache, Frankfurt am Main. Sponsored by Palestina eV, Migrantifa Rhein-Main and more.

GLASGOW, SCOTLAND – Sat. Oct 14, 2 pm, Buchanan Steps. Organized by Scottish PSC.

HOUSTON, TEXAS (US) – Sat Oct 14, 2 pm, City Hall, 901 Bagby St. Organizd by PYM, PAC, USPCN, SJP and more.

LIVERPOOL, ENGLAND – Sat Oc 14, 12 pm, Church St. Organized by FRFI.

LONDON, ENGLAND – Sat Oct 14, 12 pm, BBC Portland Place, London. Organized by a broad coalition.

MILANO, ITALY – Sat. Oct 14, 3:30 pm, Piazza San Babila. Organized by Young Palestinians of Italy, UDAP, Palestinian Community, Association of Palestinians.

ORLANDO, FLORIDA – Sat Oct 14, 3 pm, Lake Eola at Robinson and Eola, Orland. Organized by Florida Palestine Network.

TORINO, ITALY – Sat. Oct. 14, 3 pm, Piazza Crispi. Organized by Progetto Palestina.

VALPARAISO, CHILE – Sat Oct 14, 6 pm, Plaza Victoria, Valparaiso. Organized by Comite Chileno de Solidaridad con Palestina.

WASHINGTON, DC (US) – Sat Oct 14, 1 pm, Lafayette Square. Organized by AMP.

Sunday, October 15

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS – Sun Oct 15, 2 pm, March from Dam Square to Jonas Daniel Meijer plein.

NAARM/MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 15, State Library Victoria.

TARDANYA/ADELAIDE, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 15, 2 pm, Parliament House.

AUSTIN, TEXAS (US) – Sun Oct 15, 3 pm, Texas Capitol. Organized by PSC ATX.

GADIGAL/SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 15, 1 pm, Sydney Town Hall.

SANTIAGO, CHILE -Sun Oct 15, 11 am, Plaza Dignidad, Santiago. Organized by Comite Chileno de Solidaridad con Palestina.

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Inaction to inhumanity is not an option.

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those who are too scared to choose a side keep recycling lines like "children are off limits" and "protect children" as if we don't all agree but

i'm here to tell you that in the span of one week, israel had murdered 700 palestinian children (this number is only expected to keep rising)

israel had cut water off every child in gaza which exceed 1000000 in number

cut electricity and fuel off hospitals that care for children and infants

it has rendered tens of thousands of children homeless

families are rationing water portions

children are writing their names on the palm of their hands so that they would be identified when the shelling happens and they're pulled from under the rubble

the situation in gaza can only be described as catastrophic

but sure go ahead and wish ~peace on both nations~ you fucking detached weirdos

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I barely have any followers but I am begging you all, please do not turn a blind eye. My people are dying and they need your help. Carry on their stories, remember their names. This is an active genocide and I will not be silenced by any media outlet of any sort

"I have dreams I have not yet achieved. I have a life that I have not yet fully lived." 10.15.2023

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have u guys seem that tiktok acc where this guy goes up to random people and yells “TRUST FALL” and just falls i’m crying bruh

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“you’re going out again,” you say, and your roommate, kuroo, laughs a little.

“i am,” he replies, reaching for his shoes. “that’s allowed, right? you didn’t write up that bedtime rule just yet?”

it’s allowed and there’s not really a bedtime rule, but for some reason, you kind of want him home. call it selfishness or jealousy or whatever, but, recently, there’s been a little ball that forms in the pit of your stomach every time he walks out the door after 11 PM.

“no, no it’s still in revision. i think i’ll have it ready next week.” you grin, a little halfheartedly you’ll admit. “it’ll be on the fridge when it’s done.”

and he laughs, “thank god. we need a little structure around here. if you haven’t noticed you’re an animal.”

you could hit him, you think, just for a moment.

“ah of course, because i’m the one who has weird midnight escapades, right?”

“right,” he says, tugging his lip between his teeth. “gotta do anything i can to keep you contained.”

kuroo pulls his shoe onto his foot and, as he searches for his wallet, you find yourself inching your way towards the front door. you’re not really sure what your big plan is here, but, for some reason, body blocking seems like a great start—at least for the moment, anyway.

“you gonna uh-” he sways one of his hands back and forth in a little shooing motion while the other stuffs his wallet into his back pocket.

you eye him, “okay, but what if i have a nightmare? like a terrible horrible one where everyone i love dies.” you pause for a second, “you included.”

“then you call me,” he says, a little smile creeping up his lips. “y'know, like you always do?”

“but tetsurou i mean like, bad. like, really bad. like, plane crash, shipwreck, my-worst-nightmare kind of bad. what’s a phone call gonna do then?”

“what’s me being here gonna do then.”

“oh, you know.” you’re pretty sure he doesn’t, and you really don’t either if we’re being honest here. “human touch? a helping hand? a little oh my beloved roommate it is just so sorrowful to see you like this maybe?”

“is that what i sound like in your head?”

you laugh, “sometimes.”

“right now?”

“maybe.”

kuroo shakes his head a little, plucking his keys off the hook before he begins to nudge you away from the door.

“you’re gonna be fine,” he says. “promise.”

(so much for a great plan)

“and if i’m not?” he tilts his head at you and you jut out your bottom lip, holding on to any chance of pleading with him you have.

“i don’t know, you got life insurance?”

“oh fuck you,” you say, and he laughs.

“i’m kidding. really though, what’s gotten into you?”

that, you think, is a really good question. if this conversation happened a month ago, you’d be pushing him out the door—all six feet and five inches (he insisted you knew that the moment you moved in together) of him in one fell swoop. you’d be begging for kuroo to get out of this apartment—and you’d be reveling in the alone time you’d get after he was gone—but, lately, seeing him go makes your skin crawl a little.

and you know well enough that’s not because of some stupid nightmares you’ve been having—it’s because you hate to see him go. you like having him around and you like talking to him and you like the idea of him spending the night with you instead of whatever girl from his organic chem class hit on him this week.

(and that’s not to say you’re one to slut shame—you’re just jealous. bitterly, terribly, jealous.)

but that, you think as you work it out in your little head, is entirely your own problem, and really no reason for you to drag him down with you.

“it’s nothing, really.” you back away from the door, squeezing between kuroo and the handle. “i should let you go.”

“no wait,” he turns, facing the path you were planning to use to escape, and you halt. “you’re freaking me out—i’m worried about you.”

“i said it’s nothing, tetsurou. i was being stupid, just go.” you wave your hand out in front of you, motioning for the door.

“i’m not gonna leave you here if there’s something—”

“go.”

“but i don’t think it's—”

“go,” you repeat, and he pauses.

you scrunch your brows at him, hoping maybe that’ll get him off your case. at least that way you could go lie in your room and pretend you hate him or something.

“no,” he says finally. “i’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s up.”

“tetsurou-” you start.

and he says your name, a little quieter than you’d usually expect from him, “just tell me.”

you would like to say you consider what you’re going to say to him for a moment. that you come up with something really wonderful and articulate and well-thought-out enough to get you out of this situation; you don’t.

“i like you, stupid. i really, really like you and watching you go makes me—upset, that’s all.”

he grins, big, wide, and toothy, “you like me?”

the reality of what you said sets in a little as you watch his teeth poke out from behind his lips, and part of you wishes you could take it back. he’s never going to let you live this down and you know it.

“not if you keep looking at me like that.”

“you like me,” he replies—same phrase, different emphasis.

“i do,” you say.

“that’s adorable.”

you eye him, “don’t baby me, big guy.”

“no, no it’s not even like that i just—” he stares at you for a second before he leans forward, holding your jaw between his fingers.

his eyes run over your face, your nose, your lips, and you feel your skin melting in his hands. he waits there, pulling his lip between his teeth again.“

"can i?” he says finally, a little spark lighting up in his eyes.

you nod (as enthusiastically as you can with your jaw held in place), and then he leans forward, crashing his lips into yours.

and listen, you’d spent a lot of time thinking about what kissing kuroo would be like—more so than you’d ever care to admit—but it’s nothing like you’d imagined. there’s no honey on his tongue or fire in his mouth, but it’s him. in some indescribably, stupidly-appealing sort of way, it’s him.

he moves like tetsurou and he tastes like tetsurou and he runs his tongue along your bottom lip in a way that nearly takes you off your feet before he pulls away.

“you okay?” he asks, huffing a little breath from his throat.

and i’m okay, is what you can muster before he smiles.

“good, ‘cause i really wanna do that again.”

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got a facial. wow.. i feel like a new woman

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i love him

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i hate my job so bad if that place has one hater it’s me

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pov

- megumi fushiguro x reader

- notes: i edited this from the last time i wrote it which was like over a year ago.. if u remember this ur so real but act like u haven’t read it b4 😘 (for my sake)

megumi fushiguro doesn’t know how it feels like to be loved, not really at least; to be completely taken into the arms of another with such gentleness and care the dangers of the world slip your mind. he’s starstruck, in more words or less, by the way you continue to stick by him throughout the many moods that make him whole. 

he’s in awe once more, at the way you bend over and mindlessly pick up the laundry that’s been long overdue; megumi’s been in a slump, worse than usual. he’s not sure why, but it feels like he’s a kid again.

he can’t fathom why, out of everyone, it’s him that has to deal with the obstacles of navigating life without a mother, father, sibling, just someone who won’t leave. and he knows, he’s aware that gojo has tried everything in the book to cheer him up. he’s done that since the day he became megumi’s official caregiver — and megumi is grateful, so so grateful, but he can’t help the ache in his chest he feels when he sees a happy family. he has never felt a jealousy that runs so deeply he can taste the bitter feeling on his tongue. 

so, when you came around and filled that void with nothing but light so powerful it would shame the sun itself, he wasn’t sure what to feel. 

megumi cares for you, he knows that for a fact. he doesn’t have to utter a single word for you to understand him. he doesn’t want to think that it’s love of all things, though. not when you could so easily leave and abandon this, him. 

where does he draw the line? even after he continues his attempts at shutting you out, you manage to find loopholes and glue yourself next to him — he refused to answer his door and yet you’re standing right there, completing chores he should’ve done long ago— megumi doesn’t understand why you stick around the way you do. 

his voice is raspy as he scrambles up on his bed from his previous position. hand going through his hair in an attempt to tame the mess it’s become when he narrows his eyes at you, “what are you doing?” 

you peer over at him, blinking a couple times before straightening and grinning widely, presenting all of your teeth. megumi has to ignore the way his heart skips a beat at the sight. 

“cleaning. is that not obvious?” you tease, careful to not allow him to see that those four words made your heart content. he can still complain, so that’s a good sign, you think. 

megumi’s mouth runs dry when he monotonously states, “you didn’t even knock.” you did. 13 times to be exact, he counted. 

you turn over to him once more, eyebrows furrowing, “you know i did.” 

he sighs heavily, rising from his (very comfortable) seat on his bed to join you. he glances at you for a moment, eyes taking in the concentration evident on your face, the way your hands gently fold every piece of clothing like it’s expensive china, “why are you doing this?” 

without sparring a glance at him, you respond, “because i care for you, dummy.” and it’s like he’s watching every moment you’ve shared with him in slow motion. 

running through the thunderous rain, getting soaked from head to toe, just to remind him of early training the next day. you knew he wasn’t listening, so you took it into your own hands to tell him. 

delicately washing his cuts when shoko’s lab was closed off for the night. you saw him walk into the school gates bloody and bruised and even though no one asked you to, you decided to help him. 

allowing megumi to sleep alongside you the night after tsumiki was hospitalized. megumi knows you don’t exactly like sharing your space, but you allowed him into your bubble with open arms; you let him sleep right next to you without one complaint. 

megumi’s eyes widen in realization, i care for you.

this, what you two have, is so clearly love. he was just too stubborn to notice it. 

love is relying on another when your burdens are too heavy to carry, love is within every single bandage you’ve placed on megumi, love is in every shared glance between the two of you.

without a second thought, megumi grabs your shoulders and quickly pulls you to him, “i love you.” he whispers it into your hair, as if it’s a secret just for your ears alone, “i love you so much, it hurts.” 

your face visibly softens at his confession, arms dropping the shirt onto the floor, “megumi.” 

he closes his eyes in anticipation, don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave. 

as if you know what he’s thinking, you place your arms around his waist, squeezing, as you move your head to the side to place a chaste kiss at his jaw, removing those thoughts from further consuming his brain, “i love you more than you’d ever know.” 

with his arms tightening their grip around you, megumi knows that if he were to die in the sanctuary of your arms, he wouldn’t mind one bit, not when he knows that love can make even the darkest places shine with light of a thousand rays.

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Girl.

bestfriend!nobara kugisaki x reader

bestfriend!nobara who’d come over to have sleepovers & talk shit about men and mai.

bestfriend!nobara who never hesitated to curse out creeps who would catcall you.

bestfriend!nobara who acted as if she didn’t get emotional when watching sad movies.

bestfriend!nobara who would share clothing items and offer to do your makeup/hair when you both go out.

bestfriend!nobara who silently judged every guy you liked and made sure he was good enough for you.

bestfriend!nobara who is always a girls girl.

bestfriend!nobara who’d be there for you whenever you needed her to.

bestfriend!nobara who you’d go on weekly shopping sprees with and come home to have a whole fashion show.

bestfriend!nobara who’d show you tough love.

bestfriend!nobara who died without regrets, knowing she had true friends like you who loved and accepted her for who she was.

bestfriend!nobara who is still with you after she’s gone. Her lingering scent of black opium, the taste of her favorite boba tea, and her favorite balenciaga.

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pov

- megumi fushiguro x reader

- notes: i edited this from the last time i wrote it which was like over a year ago.. if u remember this ur so real but act like u haven’t read it b4 😘 (for my sake)

megumi fushiguro doesn’t know how it feels like to be loved, not really at least; to be completely taken into the arms of another with such gentleness and care the dangers of the world slip your mind. he’s starstruck, in more words or less, by the way you continue to stick by him throughout the many moods that make him whole. 

he’s in awe once more, at the way you bend over and mindlessly pick up the laundry that’s been long overdue; megumi’s been in a slump, worse than usual. he’s not sure why, but it feels like he’s a kid again.

he can’t fathom why, out of everyone, it’s him that has to deal with the obstacles of navigating life without a mother, father, sibling, just someone who won’t leave. and he knows, he’s aware that gojo has tried everything in the book to cheer him up. he’s done that since the day he became megumi’s official caregiver — and megumi is grateful, so so grateful, but he can’t help the ache in his chest he feels when he sees a happy family. he has never felt a jealousy that runs so deeply he can taste the bitter feeling on his tongue. 

so, when you came around and filled that void with nothing but light so powerful it would shame the sun itself, he wasn’t sure what to feel. 

megumi cares for you, he knows that for a fact. he doesn’t have to utter a single word for you to understand him. he doesn’t want to think that it’s love of all things, though. not when you could so easily leave and abandon this, him. 

where does he draw the line? even after he continues his attempts at shutting you out, you manage to find loopholes and glue yourself next to him — he refused to answer his door and yet you’re standing right there, completing chores he should’ve done long ago— megumi doesn’t understand why you stick around the way you do. 

his voice is raspy as he scrambles up on his bed from his previous position. hand going through his hair in an attempt to tame the mess it’s become when he narrows his eyes at you, “what are you doing?” 

you peer over at him, blinking a couple times before straightening and grinning widely, presenting all of your teeth. megumi has to ignore the way his heart skips a beat at the sight. 

“cleaning. is that not obvious?” you tease, careful to not allow him to see that those four words made your heart content. he can still complain, so that’s a good sign, you think. 

megumi’s mouth runs dry when he monotonously states, “you didn’t even knock.” you did. 13 times to be exact, he counted. 

you turn over to him once more, eyebrows furrowing, “you know i did.” 

he sighs heavily, rising from his (very comfortable) seat on his bed to join you. he glances at you for a moment, eyes taking in the concentration evident on your face, the way your hands gently fold every piece of clothing like it’s expensive china, “why are you doing this?” 

without sparring a glance at him, you respond, “because i care for you, dummy.” and it’s like he’s watching every moment you’ve shared with him in slow motion. 

running through the thunderous rain, getting soaked from head to toe, just to remind him of early training the next day. you knew he wasn’t listening, so you took it into your own hands to tell him. 

delicately washing his cuts when shoko’s lab was closed off for the night. you saw him walk into the school gates bloody and bruised and even though no one asked you to, you decided to help him. 

allowing megumi to sleep alongside you the night after tsumiki was hospitalized. megumi knows you don’t exactly like sharing your space, but you allowed him into your bubble with open arms; you let him sleep right next to you without one complaint. 

megumi’s eyes widen in realization, i care for you.

this, what you two have, is so clearly love. he was just too stubborn to notice it. 

love is relying on another when your burdens are too heavy to carry, love is within every single bandage you’ve placed on megumi, love is in every shared glance between the two of you.

without a second thought, megumi grabs your shoulders and quickly pulls you to him, “i love you.” he whispers it into your hair, as if it’s a secret just for your ears alone, “i love you so much, it hurts.” 

your face visibly softens at his confession, arms dropping the shirt onto the floor, “megumi.” 

he closes his eyes in anticipation, don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave. 

as if you know what he’s thinking, you place your arms around his waist, squeezing, as you move your head to the side to place a chaste kiss at his jaw, removing those thoughts from further consuming his brain, “i love you more than you’d ever know.” 

with his arms tightening their grip around you, megumi knows that if he were to die in the sanctuary of your arms, he wouldn’t mind one bit, not when he knows that love can make even the darkest places shine with light of a thousand rays.

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bruh the way i told my teacher that i had an appt just so i can leave class early and shit i cant omg no more starbucks in the morning i fear