ZodiaxDragon

“That was awful!” You gasp, slumping against your door after finally arriving home from the pet store. You hadn’t wanted to go but you’d heard it might be a good idea to have a pet around with the current predicament you’re in. The kitten’s discontented mews draw your attention to it. It’s only then that you realise you’re squeezing him in your arms as you attempt to calm down. “Ah! Sorry about that.” You apologise as you place him on the floor, only to have him glare up at you. “I said I was sorry.” You pout, crouching down to be more at his level. “It’s jus

"What?" That was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as Yato explained exactly what you were and why he was your new master. "It's pretty simple actually I mean ask Yuk-" He was interrupted by you softly punching his chest. "It's not simple! I am owned like a pet. I am dead. I have no memories or anything!" You hissed and stopped and huffed and leaned against a wall and slowly slid down it and put your head in your arms. You debated on whether you should cry or not, your thoughts went away as you felt a presence next to you. You peek out of your arms and see Yukine next to you. You blush faintly, he was quite handsome. "Listen,

You slouched down on your bed. You were so bored. With not any work to do, nothing to complete and most of your friends occupied with their own problems left you with the feeling of pure boredom. You sighed. You then remembered that not everybody was busy, and you stood up. You could always bother Armin. You and Armin weren't that close, but you had known the blonde ever since you were younger. You and him were almost polar opposite, except one thing. You both had a strong passion for reading. You would often read the same books and compare your opinions on them later on. He was never a bother to you, if anything he was helpful and smart. Yo

You sigh, lowering the picture of a bird in flight you’ve been working on. You had hoped that it would be sort of inspiring to draw something like this, but with how awful it’s turned out just looking at it is depressing. You just can’t get the wings right. “What’s wrong, un?” You’re a little surprised by the question that brings you out of your melancholic mood. You guess feeling this way in a place as public as the school art room does leave you open for drawing attention to yourself... but it hasn’t ever happened before. “... Do I know you?” You ask after a few moments of frowni

“That was awful!” You gasp, slumping against your door after finally arriving home from the pet store. You hadn’t wanted to go but you’d heard it might be a good idea to have a pet around with the current predicament you’re in. The kitten’s discontented mews draw your attention to it. It’s only then that you realise you’re squeezing him in your arms as you attempt to calm down. “Ah! Sorry about that.” You apologise as you place him on the floor, only to have him glare up at you. “I said I was sorry.” You pout, crouching down to be more at his level. “It’s jus