Those Who Dreamwalk

“I’M NOT ANIME!!!!!!!!” I SHOUT AS I RUN OUT MY FRONT DOOR WITH A PIECE OF TOAST IN MY MOUTH, RUSHING TO SCHOOL AS THE WIND CARRIES CHERRY BLOSSOMS FROM NEARBY TREES TO SURROUND ME IN A PINK SHIT STORM WHILE THE BIRDS CHIRP IN THEIR NESTS AND GLANCE DOWN AT MY WIND-SWEPT HAIR AND PANTING UKE EXPRESSION, ONLY TO SEE ME BUMP INTO THE ONE THAT MAKES MY KOKORO GO DOKI DOKI AND TRIP, REVEALING THE SKIRT AND PANTIES I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE BEEN WEARING.

godheadcomplex:

‘IM NOT TSUNDERE’ I SHOUTED, TEARFUL AND FLUSHED IN THE FACE, HANDS BALLED INTO FISTS, SKIRTS FLAPPING GENTLY WITH THE WIND AS SAKURA BLOSSOMS OSCILLATE IN THE BACKGROUND TO THE BEAT OF MY KOKORO