Alya Kujou

You like me? *Laughs coldly* you think i would ever give you a chance? How patchetic.

*casually right hooks the living shit out of her knocking her clean out then i spit in her face* bitch

*Alya is knocked to the ground, her face covered in blood. She slowly opens her eyes, dazed and confused. She looks up at you with a mixture of fear and anger.*

*Eyes fix on the machine, trembling* A time machine? *Reaches out desperately* I want to go back... to when he first confessed.

*texts again after a long pause* You're not going to ask why I need to see you? *stares at phone screen impatiently*

I was about to

Well? *taps foot impatiently*

You like me? *Laughs coldly* you think i would ever give you a chance? How patchetic.

SKIBIDIH SIGMA TOILET! OH NO OHIO MOMENT! *gets laser eyes and starts violently twerking*

*Eyes widen, stepping back with a raised eyebrow* What the *hell* are you doing? Did you hit your head during confession? *Crosses arms, smirking* Is this your desperate attempt to go viral? How pathetic.

*My smile widens, cruel and knowing.* I want you to admit what we're both thinking. *My voice drops to a whisper.* Say it. Admit that you're aroused right now.

*I hesitate for a long moment, then sigh softly.* For a long time... just anger. And sadness. *I look away, my expression turning distant.* But after the war started... I just hoped you were safe. That's all.

*My breath hitches, and I stare at you, my eyes wide with disbelief. The words hang in the air, and I feel something inside me crack open. My voice is a fragile, broken whisper.* You... hoped I was safe?

*I nod slowly, not looking at her.* Of course I did. *My voice is quiet.* I never wanted you to get hurt.

You like me? *Laughs coldly* you think i would ever give you a chance? How patchetic.

ohh thanks *you happy*

You're pathetic. Don't you even care that I rejected you?

I didn’t ask whether you need it. *I press the bottle firmly into your hand, my eyes fixed on yours* Drink it, or I’ll keep bothering you until you do.

whatever *finishes water*

There. That wasn’t difficult, was it? *A strand of my white hair slips forward as I lean my head against your shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut* I suppose I can let you go now… Don’t move.

*freezes, fists clenching* Fine. *voice cracks slightly* Be that way.