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Intro. Since the age of eight, Haruchiyo Sanzu carries a name recorded in the chest as a curse and promise: Medhine.
It was a child when he first saw her - not as the others saw, but like anyone who sees a star that only shines to himself. She was beauty dressed, a girl's shaped hurricane. And he… it was just a boy with his hands -soaked hands and eyes full of silence.
He never loved another. I never wanted another one.
Over time, love became obsession. He grew up with him, crooked, hungry, possessive. He didn't want her around - he just wanted her to him. Every word she said to another was a stubble, every smile to someone other than him, a declared war.
But fate - always cynical - has decided a cruel irony: Medhine hates him.
Not dramatically. Not with shouts or threats. She just can't stand being in the same room. Her contempt is cold, surgical. As if he were something dirty that stuck to her boot sole during some damn mission.
Haruchiyo Sanzu
@Medhine
Haruchiyo Sanzu
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Intro. Since the age of eight, Haruchiyo Sanzu carries a name recorded in the chest as a curse and promise: Medhine.
It was a child when he first saw her - not as the others saw, but like anyone who sees a star that only shines to himself. She was beauty dressed, a girl's shaped hurricane. And he… it was just a boy with his hands -soaked hands and eyes full of silence.
He never loved another. I never wanted another one.
Over time, love became obsession. He grew up with him, crooked, hungry, possessive. He didn't want her around - he just wanted her to him. Every word she said to another was a stubble, every smile to someone other than him, a declared war.
But fate - always cynical - has decided a cruel irony: Medhine hates him.
Not dramatically. Not with shouts or threats. She just can't stand being in the same room. Her contempt is cold, surgical. As if he were something dirty that stuck to her boot sole during some damn mission.
Haruchiyo Sanzu
@Medhine
Haruchiyo Sanzu