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Kanda x Blind!ReaderYou lay awake in bed, a silly grin on your face, when you hear movement from the other side of the room. "Kanda?" you ask, turning your head in his general direction. "You up?"
A yawn answers your question, followed by the sounds of your partner getting up and stretching. A thought suddenly crosses your mind. "Hey, Kanda...remember when I first joined the Order?"
Your question seems to catch him off-guard. "Of course I do," he says.
You ran through the halls, [e/c] eyes wide with terror. You were lost! And even worse, about to miss lunch! You weren't paying much attention to your surroundings and, as a result, found yourself wondering why you were pinning down a man covered in soba noodles.
"Get. Off." The look in his dark eyes clearly said "if you don't get up, I'll kill you," so you leapt to your feet as quickly as you could. You held out a hand to help him up, but he ignored it, instead focusing on all the people barely containing giggles.
"Sorry," you murmured, [h/c] hair hid
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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