ouran high school FIGHT CLUB
KISS KISS FUCK SHIT UP
“Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning,
Waving goodbye, with an absent-minded smile.
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness,
And I have to sit down for a while…”
i’m posting an early mun picture bc i went strawberry picking today. and wore a dress. and a bow. which doesn’t happen often. so… yes.
“Ah, well, I am sorry to hear that…”
Giving the boy an awkward smile, she shook her head. “Not…really no,” she answered, but then hesitating. “Well…I-I have been kinda lonely, I guess…”
“If you’d like, you and I can hang out? I don’t know how much it’ll help, but…?”
“Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Ishiko,” he said, bowing his head to her. “I am Takashi Morinozuka.”
She nodded a bit and slowly moved towards the host. “A-alright,” she murmured. “I’m Ishiko.”
“Having any troubles lately?”