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Allura was seen inside the library with a scowl on her face as she stared down at a packet of paper with the summary of the recent student council meeting. The amount of demands were too many for just one person to deal with, and it was clear from the look on her face that she definitely hated the job she signed up for. Why the hell did the green club of all clubs need extra money, all they did was recycle! The baseball team and the science club were at war about who would be getting the extra bus for their competition, and the invisible children club didn't have enough funds to send food to Africa. Whose problem was this? Allura's.

She had been sitting in the library the entire lunch period and half of her free period using Excel to put in the budgets each club would need for what they wanted, but she just didn't have enough money for any of it! She was dreading the thought of going to Friday mornings meeting with these money hungry savages. She needed Katie here to help her out, but too bad the little freshman went to a private school in the countryside way too far for her to visit the academy during her lunch period to help Allura. She was stuck trying to create an equal budget for everyone, but it just wasn't working out.

She was going to be the worst president ever when she grew older if she couldn't figure this stupid conundrum out. A hand landed on her shoulder nearly scaring the life out of her, until she realized it was Shiro leaning over her shoulder in order to look at her computer and scope out what her problem was.

"Oh, it's just you Shiro," She sighed in relief as the boy pulled a seat up next to her and took the packet from her hands. "I thought you were someone else," She thought he was the devil's incarnation himself, Mr. Lindon.

Shiro smiled slightly which made his scar wrinkle up at the ends. Allura was so curious of the thing that she had to hold herself back from asking Shiro about it, she knew that it was related to his PTSD so she didn't want to bring up any memories he wanted to forget about. "Sorry," He apologized kindly before his grey eyes focused on the computer screen, "Here's your problem by the way, and you forgot an extra zero. The algorithm for excel won't work properly unless you code it perfectly, here."

He reached around Allura and quickly began to fix her spreadsheet as she tried to keep herself from hyperventilating as Shiro's left arm reached around her. "R-Right!" She swallowed down hard and stiffened up.

Once Shiro pressed enter, it was as if Allura's problems disappeared instantly as she found that she could get each club what they wanted and still have some money left over for the prom in a few weeks. Shiro had just saved her from being murdered tomorrow morning. She turned to look at him with her blue eyes full of complete awe and respect, "You're a life saver, Takashi!"

Shiro blinked in bewilderment as Allura used his first name so suddenly. Normally everyone called him Shirt, since most would have problems pronouncing his name correctly, so everyone settled for the name 'Shiro' instead. "You're welcome," he laughed awkwardly as he pulled away from Allura quickly with this uneasy look on his face.

Allura felt a heavy sense of guilt wash over her as she realized her mistake. She didn't know why she said his first name out loud like that, but it was embarrassing and she felt ashamed over her slipup. She lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers quietly, "Sorry, I meant Shiro."

"You're fine," Shiro nervously wiped his hands on his black pants and looked anywhere but at Allura, "Say, would you want to get coffee with me tomorrow morning? It'd be my treat," he asked with a small voice.

Allura was taken back, why would anyone ask her to get coffee? Shiro was sure to have heard the rumors about her and Mr. Lindon that were sadly true, so why was he even bothering with her? He was obviously running into her on purpose with how he bumped into her in the hallway and helped her, gave her a ride to the support group, and now he was helping fix her budget problems, but what for? There wasn't anything she could give him in return. She had no money, she had no time, and she didn't even have a good personality so why her?

She bit her bottom lip and rubbed her bare arm slightly, "I um... I sup-" her voice got caught in her throat as she looked up to see Mr. Lindon standing in the doorway of the library as he gave Shiro the dirtiest look he had ever given to anyone before. Allura realized that she was acting out of line and she quickly closed her laptop and began to gather her stuff in a hurry. "S-Sorry I can't," She mumbled as she glanced up at the teacher who stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

Shiro stood up and tried to help Allura pack her stuff up, "Are you okay? I mean you seem really distressed and-"

"I'm fine." She snapped at Shiro unintentionally as she shoved her sweater into her bag and began to walk away. She felt terrible for talking to Shiro like that, but she just had to get away from him or Mr. Lindon would make his life a living nightmare; Shiro didn't need to suffer anymore.

Shiro placed his hands on her shoulders as she pulled her bag into her chest, his grey eyes searched her own for answers. "You're clearly not okay Allura, what's wrong? I can help if you-"

Allura squeezed her eyes shut and swatted away Shiro's hands from her body before instantly regretting it. "I don't need the help of anyone, especially not you, Shiro!" She exclaimed before pushing past him in order to run past Mr. Lindon and even out the doors of the library.

She didn't turn back, not even when Shiro called it to her and got silenced by the librarian. He turned and watched her leave with his hand outstretched as if he wanted to reach out and stop her, but he didn't make any more attempts when he saw his English teacher staring at him with a choleric look on his face. Allura rushed past people as she tried to get to the nearest restroom in order to shut herself inside until it was time to go to physics, but she didn't make it very far when she bumped into someone causing her to fall over and dump her stuff all over the floor.

"Watch it idiot!" The girl hissed as she kicked Allura's book across the lunchroom in aggravation from being bumped into.

Allura kept her head low as people began to look over at her while she pitifully began picking up her school stuff she dropped. Today was just not her day, kind of like every other day of her life to be perfectly honest. "Allow me," Mr. Lindon said gently as he gathered Allura's belongings quickly and stuffed them into her bag.

"Hey, it's Mr. Lindon, are the rumors about him and the student council pres. true?" A voice from a nearby table whispered making Allura freeze up where she knelt down with her face darker than the skirt she wore.

Why was Mr. Lindon helping her so openly, all he was doing was making the rumors about them seem true to her pupils, none of this was right? Even though some of the rumors such as Allura dating Mr. Lindon, the two of them being seen at fancy restaurants, and countless others were true, there were some rumors that were so farfetched that she wanted to throw up at the thought of them, like the one where people claimed she sleeps with him for good grades. She would never ever let that pedophile so close to her body, she wanted to keep herself for the person she loved when the right time came, and hearing those rumors made her want to punch the person who started them. He made countless moves like that before, ones where he made it clear he wanted to take the next step in their relationship, but he didn't seem like he wanted to force Allura into anything she couldn't undo just yet. She was thankful for the fact that her teacher may actually have human emotions, like sympathy, that allowed Allura to remain safe from him.

Mr. Lindon gently touched Allura's fingers with his own as he grabbed her bag and stood up with it dangling from his left hand while his right was stuffed deep into his pockets. "Here you go Allura, please be more careful as to not make the same mistake again. Who knows who could get hurt from your carelessness," He smiled down at her as his eyes glowed in evil intent.

He couldn't have been more clear with his message; don't be around Shiro anymore or may god have mercy on the baseball player's soul. Allura stood up and took the bag as she considered whacking the teacher over the head with it. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lindon," she whispered as she bowed her head in apology and began walking away with her eyes glued to the ground. Maybe she would skip school tomorrow and call in sick.

"Go straight to my classroom please, I need to discuss the extra credit assignment with you," Mr. Lindon called out as he watched Allura hurry away with her figure slumped over in fright.

He was a sadistic man; he got pleasure out of making her suffer from a guilty conscious and regret. He would make her sit there at his desk obediently as he gave her a speech about how she shouldn't interact with other men outside of him without permission or without him around. Sometimes when he would get really mad, she'd leave with a red cheek or bruises on her body from his punishments he enjoyed placing on her when she broke the rules of their relationship. She didn't want to be with him, but if she didn't, then he would make her grades hit rock bottom and she would lose her chances of going to an Ivory League college where she could help Coran.

That and he would also go as far as to make a lie to the school board claiming that Allura forced herself onto him, just so he would get her expelled from the academy and ruin any chance of a future in politics. She was screwed no matter what she did so she chose to be a dog at Mr. Lindon's beckoning call. She was pathetic.

She made her way down towards the English hall before ducking into his classroom and shutting the door behind herself as she placed her bag onto his desk and took a seat in his swivel chair. This was normal, she would wait here until her little demon got there in order to talk to her about whatever she did wrong. In this case, she talked to Shiro.

While she had a moment alone though, she pulled out her phone and checked the group chat to find herself smiling slightly at Lance and Pidge making Korean jokes about Keith, while the boy spammed the chat with 'stfu' and 'gtfo', Hunk and Shiro didn't seem to be making an appearance though which made her feel saddened. She enjoyed seeing the group act like total morons together.

She wondered if she could ever fit in with the group of teens who seemed to be oh so normal even though they were far from it.

With the deafening groan from the old door opening up a few feet away from her, Allura instantly slid her phone under her thigh and lowered her gaze down at the school shoes she wore. Mr. Lindon locked the door before he let out an overdramatic sigh that echoed through the silent room around them.

"That boy, he can't take a hint can he?" He mused as he sat on top of his desk to look down at Allura with an amused look in his eyes. "I mean, you were clearly trying to run away from him but he tried to stop you, what, two...three times? I lost count after his first pitiful attempt, oh well."

Allura sucked in a shaky breath and swallowed down her nervousness as she awaited the punishment he was sure to bestow upon her at any second. A long time ago, her uncle once told her something she thought would never come into play in her life, but she was wrong; 'The point of an abusive relationship is to hold absolute power over someone else.' She understood it now, of course, since she was in such a (forced) relationship. Mr. Lindon wanted full control over Allura so that he could feel as if he were in power. She neither knew the motives behind his actions, nor did she care to learn about his past, she just wanted to be able to graduate high school with a full ride to Harvard.

Mr. Lindon crossed his legs and reached over to hold a piece of Allura's hair in his fingers gently, "If I see him talking to you again, I'll have no other choice than to chase that animal away from what's rightfully mine," He stated bluntly.

Allura felt something inside of her body scream in defiance as her wide, fearful eyes snapped upwards to meet his cold green ones, "No, don't harm Takashi!" She exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her seat to kneel at his feet and begin begging. She was the scummiest of the scum, the weakest thing to live, why should she care about her worthless pride?

Mr. Lindon raised his eyebrows in a way that made Allura's spine tingle, almost as if cold water had been dumped down her back. "Do you care about him?" Mr. Lindon asked as he placed his hand on the side of Allura's head and grabbed hold of her hair in a clump before he suddenly became aggressive. He had a trigger you see, if she showed affection or even concern for the opposite sex, he would become an entirely different person. A force to be reckoned with. "Are you thinking about another man when you should be devoted solely to me? What kind of selfish bitch are you!"

Allura gasped as he yanked her to the tiled floor nearly ripping her scalp off in the process. Her phone clattered under the desk, but neither of them noticed it as Allura propped her weak body up on her elbows as she looked up at her teacher from the dirty floor in fear and horror. "N-No, I would never care for another person Richard, I only love you!" She exclaimed in a panicked craze. She wanted to run away from here as fast as she could, but she wouldn't be able to get anywhere while school was still in session.

Mr. Lindon slowly grabbed hold of Allura's tie as he knelt down over her and tugged on the cheap fabric roughly, causing the darker colored girl below him to cough as her necktie became tighter. "You better be telling the truth, or I will make Takashi pay for corrupting your mind," He stated dryly. He then placed his free hand behind Allura's head and pulled her up close to him, "I don't want my little lamb to fall for a wolf now, would I?" He then placed a forceful kiss onto her lips making her squirm in his grip.

She hated this, the part where he would force himself onto her and take advantage of her weakness as the inferior gender. She struggled in his arms, trying to push him away from her as she turned her face away so that he couldn't kiss her lips. She was so tired of this, she was tired of being his plaything and she wanted it to end now.

"S-Stop it..." She whimpered and squeezed her blurry blue eyes closed before she began to cry.

The only thing that stopped the teacher from doing anything else was the gentle knock at the windowless door. How convenient for Mr. Lindon. He let go of Allura and stood up to fix his stupid grey suit that had gotten wrinkles in it from kneeling down. He ran a hand through his greying brown hair and cleared his throat while glaring down at Allura, "Just a second!" He called out in a giddy voice that made the poor girl choke slightly on the sob she was trying to contain.

Allura shot up and grabbed her stuff, forgetting about her phone that had fallen under Mr. Lindon's desk as she rushed over to the door and unlocked it, in order to whip it open to see Shiro standing outside with his fist hovering in the air getting ready to knock again. She froze in place as she stared at the boy with wide eyes, why was he here? Her blood ran cold in her veins and the color drained from her face as she realized what was going to happen. She didn't know exact what 'it' was seeing, how it could be that Mr. Lindon could do anything to ruin Shiro's future like getting the boy kicked off the sports team, suspending or even expelling him under false accusations, anything.

"Allura?" He frowned as he looked at the girl who dropped her gaze to the floor instinctively as she felt an overwhelming sense of guilt beginning to form within the pits of her stomach. "Are you okay?"

She felt the jade green gaze of Mr. Lindon's eyes burn into her back as she stood there, clutching her bag to her chest as she tried to control her shaking. "I-I'm fine, Shiro," She mumbled before she reached up and loosened her tie slightly and stepped out of the classroom with her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "S-see you t-tomorrow."

She shoved past the boy without waiting to hear him or Mr. Lindon say anything in response. She just wanted to get out of there, now. Shiro turned around and watched as Allura rushed down the hallway wiping at her eyes as she began to breakdown into tears. He didn't have to be a rocket scientist to piece two and two together; the rumors surrounding her and the fact that she acted so jumpy around Mr. Lindon were enough proof to him that she was purposely avoiding him because of the greying man smiling from where he stood. Shiro clenched his jaw as he found himself getting angry at Mr. Lindon, there was more to him than what met the eye and Shiro wanted to solve the mystery between him and Allura.

He remembered how she was always so polite with everyone at the beginning of the year, smiling and lending a helping hand when she could, but even so anyone could tell that she was on cruise control; going with the flow of life and wherever it took her for the ride. Since February, however, she seemed to be stuck on high alert. She was jumpy and would purposely go out of her way to avoid the opposite gender, whether it is skipping them during student council meetings or even in the hallway when they tried to talk to her and ask her out; it was like she was being forced against her will to avoid boys. This suspicion of Shiro's was only confirmed today in the library when he had asked her out (he really meant it though) to get coffee with him in the morning. She was about to agree and he knew it deep down in his heart, but when she noticed Mr. Lindon she was put on edge and began to reject Shiro.

He wasn't going to lie to himself; he knew this behavior all too well. How? Well, he lived through this type of nightmare when he was younger; Allura was somehow tied into an abusive relationship. It may not be something like what Shiro had experienced, but he knew the signs of abuse. She had lost a significant amount of self-esteem from February till now and Katie's statement about Allura's uniform only confirmed this tidbit of Shiro's suspicions. Before, she would wear her uniform like every other girl, her skirt would be slightly hiked up so that it didn't touch her knees, her hair was always placed in a ponytail, her tie hung loose around her neck and she never buttoned up her shirt to her throat, but now she did the complete opposite.

She purposely took herself out of social situations with the opposite sex, almost like if she were to talk to them, then she would be committing an act against god that could end with her being burned at the stake. She had dysthymia already, so the quietness she displayed often wouldn't be much different than it had been before, but she seemed to have been gaining weight recently (not that Shiro thought that was bad or anything) but when she was at school she never touched food and spent her lunch in the library alone in the backroom where she quietly read books. Finally though, she tried to avoid going to the group meeting and hasn't actually shown up to the last two student council meetings, which was odd for someone like her who had a perfect attendance record and a rule follower. When Shiro offered her a ride, she was very aggressive when saying no, like she definitely didn't want to go but the look on her face said otherwise.

These were classic signs of abuse.

"Shirogane," Mr. Lindon said Shiro's last name slowly as if he were testing the name out for the very first time. "Please, come in."

Shiro tore his gaze off of Allura as she disappeared down another hallway before he stepped into the classroom reluctantly and closed the door behind him. "Hello, Mr. Lindon," he smiled as he tried to hide the anger boiling inside of him. He was here for a single reason and he couldn't let his suspicions get the best of him just yet, he couldn't act on evidence he had put together over a series of months.

The green eyed teacher seated himself in the cushioned swivel chair and crossed his legs as he continued to smile at Shiro. "So, what is it that you want to talk to me about? I mean, I'm assuming you're in my classroom for reasons that you're here to discuss?"

God, what a condescending jerk. "You're right, sir," Shiro dipped his head respectfully to his teacher before he began to talk about what brought him to this stupid classroom. "I noticed that my B in your class dropped down to a D, I'm not sure why... It was perfectly fine last week you see and-" Shiro began to explain his problems to his teacher with a look of confusion on his face, but Mr. Lindon raised his hand to silence him.

"Oh that," he sighed before he reached into a drawer he pulled out from his desk and dropped Shiro's recent test on his desk and pointed to it with an unfazed look on his face. On it was a giant, red 'F' that caused Shiro's worry from before to turn into absolute astonishment. "This test was worth a lot of points, but somehow you managed to get a whopping zero on it all because you forgot to add your name."

Shiro stood there for a long moment, blinking as he tried to let that sink in. Then, he grabbed the paper and looked at where his name should have been, "I could've sworn I put it on there!" He stated as he flipped through the packet in anxiety, he couldn't get kicked off the baseball team because of a stupid mistake like this! Baseball was his only ticket for a full ride to college! "I mean, I know for a fact it was on there, I've never made a silly mistake like this!"

Shiro stared at the spot where his name should have been and allowed a tiny smile to form on his face in relief when he noticed that there were indents on the paper from where he signed his name. "There," he placed the packet on the desk and slid it over to his teacher, "See, I did write my name!"

Mr. Lindon squinted at the paper as he leaned forward to investigate it before he shrugged. "It may have been there at one point, but when I was grading it was gone like Houdini. So, according to the class contract you signed at the start of the year, you automatically receive an F on any and all graded papers without a name on it."

Shiro looked at Mr. Lindon with bewilderment as he tapped the spot where his name had been, "But it was right there! Someone must have erased it, Mr. Lindon!" He exclaimed out of worry.

Mr. Lindon leaned back in his chair and raised his eyebrows as he stared at the boy with the ugly scar. "So you're now accusing a classmate of tampering with your test with no evidence? This is a mighty fine accusation that could get your classmate suspended, are you sure you didn't do this subconsciously? I mean," his gaze suddenly hardened as the corner of his mouth tugged upwards in a sinister grin. It was as if that nice teacher everyone enjoyed having and the girls swooned over had been replaced with a villain with some sort of sadistic plan brewing in front of his face. "You have been stressed with your current home situation, correct?"

Shiro's eyes winded as he took a small step backwards into a desk nearly tipping it over. How the hell did the English teacher know about his living situation at home? The only people who knew about this bit of his life were his coach and Hunk since the boy went there last night. Then Shiro realized how the teacher must have learned about it, it was because of his coach. Teachers loved gossip as much as the students did, but they acted like they didn't care about personal stuff their students told them or they promised to keep it a secret; how could Shiro have been stupid enough to think his coach actually cared enough about him to not gossip about his problems. Shiro wanted to shove Mr. Lindon's computer off of his desk and destroy the room he stood in out of the rage boiling within his veins, but he managed to keep himself calm as he wrinkled his nose up in anger and balled his hands into fists.

He cleared his throat and glared at his teacher, "You know, I was seventeen when I signed your contract and contracts with minors are not legally binding," he made a final remark before leaving the classroom in anger.

The rest of the day was a blur to him. He could barely even hold a conversation with Hunk as they hung out at Shiro's favorite café while Hunk pined over this pretty waitress there, but the poor guy was way too anxious to even speak to her. He was lucky nothing even happened to him while he was driving home that night; all he could think of was that prick, Mr. Lindon. There was no way, no possible way in hell that Shiro would have just erases his name like that on such a high stakes test. That was just incomprehensible to him. He pulled into his driveway and ignored the old couch in his front yard someone dumped there without thinking twice as he got his key ready to open his front door only to be greeted by the strong stench of booze hitting him in the face.

He knew he shouldn't have been surprised since this was a recurring issue that had been happening since he was twelve, but he couldn't seem to get used to it. His mother was a heavy drinker after her husband, Shiro's father, was placed in prison for attempted rape and sexual assault on a minor. The weight of knowing that you married a sick freak was too much on her and they ended up losing their home in the quiet suburbs to be placed in the slimiest parts of his town. He was constantly awoken at night by random noises outside like loud bangs that resembled gunshots or just some druggie doped up on heroin going through their garbage. He loved his mother to the moon and back, but he couldn't help but blame her for why they were even in this bad neighborhood to begin with.

If she had caught onto the strange behavior of her children and husband, then she would have realized that her husband was a monster and they could have all been living happily in the suburbs with Shiro's father locked away but sadly, Mrs. Shirogane lived in denial. What was on today's menu of wallowing and self-pity? Vodka, about three empty bottles of the stuff and a bottle of mango juice.

Shiro found his mother passed out on the ragged couch she always slept on at night with an empty bottle of liquor in her hand and her mouth wide open catching flies while the TV had a rerun special of Grey's Anatomy on. Without thinking about it, Shiro grabbed a blanket and covered his mother's body with it and pried the bottle from her firm grip. She was pale and sickly looking from barely leaving the house, but she had long black hair and grey almond shaped eyes much like Shiro. She was the one he inherited his Japanese heritage from.

She worked as a receptionist at a hair salon, but nowadays she worked on getting to the bottom of her bottle of liquor while her son worked his ass off at school and his job as a waiter at a restaurant. "Ta...kashi," Shiro's mother mumbled in her sleep as she moved around on the couch to get comfortable while Shiro turned off the TV.

He sighed deeply before leaning over to greet their obese Persian cat named Floofles with a smile. He placed the bottle next to the rest on the floor and lifted Floofles up to walk him back to his room, closing the door before he collapsed on his bed with his white cat on his chest and phone in hand as he went straight to trying to text Allura. She was all he had on his mind lately, he wasn't sure whether he was interested in helping her through this rough patch in her life or actually interested in her as a person anymore as this peculiar case unraveled around him.

You see, if he was going to be completely honest, you could say that he was her secret admirer of sorts and it had been that way since junior year. She may not have ever noticed him, but he noticed her and admired her so much and even aspired to be like her at school. She was so caring, so charitable, kind, loving, selfless, and so much more that he could have continued listing for hours perhaps even days. He had always been too nervous to ask her out or even talk to her after his past experiences with what 'love' was shown to be like to him, so he was afraid of her turning out to be the complete opposite of what he thought he knew her to be.

He was afraid until the support group, and then he learned that she was just like him. Struggling in life. He finally had enough courage to ask her out that morning, but because of Mr. Lindon she declined him and actually hurt his feelings a lot with her abruptness, but now she couldn't be influenced by that man since she was probably at home or with Katie, her could text her and simply ask again.

Though, he didn't know one small detail. Allura's phone was in Mr. Lindon's possession now, and the person he asked out via text and actually had agree to a coffee date wasn't Allura, but rather the man who was trying to destroy anyone who could threaten his relationship with his student. Shiro nearly shouted in excitement when 'Allura' agreed to go get coffee with him in the morning. He was so happy that at least one thing today had actually gone right.

He ruffled the fluffy fur on Floofles head in excitement as he laughed, "Floof Floof, guess who has a date? Me!" He stated and cuddled with the wheezing animal.

Poor him. He believed to finally be getting his life back on track after his condition dominated most of it, but he was actually setting himself up for even more disappointment when he arrived at the café and waited past first period to find that Allura would never show to the date he thought they agreed to. He had been tricked by the mastermind behind this little game that was meant to torture Shiro for the audience's pleasure.

So if you didn't catch that, I revealed what exactly happened to Shiro when he was a child that caused his PTSD and fear of love. Go back and read from the moment it talks about his mother to the end and you'll see it.

These Allura and Shiro chapters will be very centered on the two and having other characters like Hunk, Pidge, and the others show up won't happen often I think. So it'll be mostly Allura and Shiro centered.

I was tagged by eluira to do this tag so here.

1. What is a feature you love about yourself?

• I really love my symmetrical freckles on the corners of my eyes. I have OCD so seeing freckles look exactly the same is very nice to me.

2. Something you're secretly good at.

•I enjoy making jokes about my asthma and how I would die if I did anything but truth is, I can play sports and have a normal life since it is allergy induced usually (though laughing can trigger attacks) so something I'm secretly good at is volleyball. I don't play it though because I have chronic pain in my right arm that limits me on what I can do.

3. What were you like as a child?

•Everyone always says they were little shits when they were younger but tbh I was actually an angel when I was a kid? I was very obedient and sweet like
It was gross

Now I'm like angst lord Keith Kogane, I give no fucks.

4. Have you ever considered or done self harm?

• I don't enjoy lying so yes I have considered it before in my life but I have never cut or anything like that. I used to snap rubber bands on my wrists which is something I DO NOT recommend because it leaves marks on you. I don't recommend harming yourself anyways though, like please don't. I love my readers and followers, I don't want you guys hurting yourselves and if the thought ever crosses your mind please talk to me in DMS and I would be open to listen to your problems. I love y'all.

5. What is something you've been worrying about recently?

• School

6. Are you a pessimist or optimist?

• I'm a realist.

7. Do you miss anything?

•nope

8. What is something you want to do on your bucket list?

• I want to live in Japan (very lame I know but I'm a boring person who doesn't want much in life)

9. Longest friendship?

• my friendship with someone IRL that has lasted for four years
But internet is 8 years

10. Something that calms you down?

• Music, writing, cats, sleeping, food, games (I'm a stress eater;;;)

11. What/who makes you happy?

•People who get me food without me asking. I like surprise food and food is the best way to my heart XD

Thank god for a fast metabolism.

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Hope you all have a magnificent day/night
-Anri the author without a social life