Japan x Reader: Cooties (Intro)“Honda-san!” you called out to the boy behind you. He jogged a bit to catch up to where you stood.Japan x Reader: Cooties (Intro) by HarmoniaMurasaki
“Yes, _____-san?” he asked, holding a kickball close to his tiny body.
“Let's play here!” you replied, smiling at him. You two were close to the fence surrounding the play area of your preschool. It was finally your day to use the class kickball, and you decided to play catch with the quiet boy that sat next to you in Room 113.
“If that is what you would like,” he said with something resembling a smile. He gently threw the ball to you, and you caught it with ease, returning it quickly. This simple game of catch went on for quite a bit; that is, until some other boy showed up and started teasing your playmate.
“Kiku, why're you playing with a girl??” the blonde boy asked him. He had a cowlick right where his hair parted, sticking up sharply like his nose at anything he disliked.
“I-I would appreciate it if you called me Hond
A Cup of Tea in Wonderland Prologue Part 1How We Met (Part 1)A Cup of Tea in Wonderland Prologue Part 1 by HarmoniaMurasaki
Harmonia Skye had only her grandfather and father.
Peter Oliver ran from people in both worlds.
Dawn Elise hid in the flowers.
Wyatt Everett wanted to avoid interactions with anyone.
Eros Sewell and Eris Sevilla would sneak around Wonderland alone.
And they were fine.
They thought that they were at least...
Harmonia's favorite part of the day is having tea with her fathers in the morning, asking each other riddles they've imagined or remembered but never knowing the answers. She'd woken up that morning and put her glasses on in front of her bright purple eyes, placed her purple top hat on over her wavy brown hair with her dark lavender flannel pajamas still on and ran down the stairs in her usual excitement.
"Ah, my dear Harmony!" her grandfather said, sitting cross-legged in his chair, his green top hat tilted to the right side of his head and his matching suit pressed neatly. He took a sip from his tea cup and left it suspended in the air next to
What It's Like to DieI strain to hold my breath, thrashing with hollow fervor to be delivered from the watery gallows. In futility I wish for another chance, to take back that last move, to do things differently. I struggle harder and harder to preserve my lungful of air. I dont know why. Nobody will find me. No matter how long I lastWhat It's Like to Die by BatmanWithBunnyEars
Finally I just let go. The water rushes into my lungs, but its a bizarre relief to stop fighting. The pressure is heavy in my chest, and Im entranced by the surreal and fleeting sight of my last breath, floating away in delicate bubbles. As I come to terms with the blue twilight, visceral sensations of temperature, pressure, and weight gently lose meaning.
As though by an unseen director, memories begin to swirl and flash like a runaway slide show. The visions are tattered and faded, but the feelings are all too vivid, overwhelming me with haunting n