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(Just emphasizing, because in my konosetsu world, I sometimes post unfinished ones).
So please, everybody, read them
set-chan
"Every time I look at you, I'm glad I chose both my sword and happiness. Because in doing so, I got to keep what was most precious to me, along with the means to protect it."
I just had a headcanon where Annie watches in horror as Mikasa walks into the room with a hoodie on, and Annie is all like ‘that’s my thing!’ and feels extremely threaten by it that she questions Mikasa wtf is going on, whatever happen to her scarf, and Mikasa is all like ‘I like it! It keeps me warm’ and Annie thinks that a bullshit of an answer and totally pulls on it because she wants it off her, and Mikasa won’t let her, so they wrestle each other as Annie tries stripping it off her, and Anne finally tops her and straddles her as she tries her best to pull it off and she’s all like shouting “COME OFF!’ and Mikasa sees in horror that Annie could actually rip it and lets it go and Annie is almost seen flying off with the sweater in both hands not expecting Mikasa to give up that easily, and tosses it across the room feeling like she won still straddling her and Mikasa just gives her a glare and just as quickly as it began, Mikasa pushes Annie off her making her fall on her back and Mikasa quickly makes her way inside Annie’s hoodie and she’s all like ‘WHAT THE FUCK!?’ looking down in horror as Mikasa makes her way up to her and it’s like an incredible tight fit but Mikasa manages to stick her head out of Annie’s hoodie, not caring about sliding her arms through the hoodie sleeves, she just wraps her arms around Annie’s small frame who is like fucking red at this point and Mikasa is all like ‘now you keep me warm’ as she hugs her laying down topping her.
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mikasa’s eyes widen at the flash of silver on annie’s finger.
a distant memory hits her. the warmth of annie’s body against her back. arms wrap around her waist and squeeze her closer. mikasa catches annie’s scent in waves. it reminds her of flowers, but unlike any she knows of. mikasa wonders if there are actual flowers that smell like this. maybe beyond the walls…
annie’s fingers tracing her ribcage delicately sends shivers down her spine. they make their way up slowly, past her breasts, where they rest on her collarbones. she feels annie’s lips right next to her ear. i’m going to make you bleed. mikasa barely catches what was said before she sees a steady rivulet of blood flowing down from a neat horizontal cut on her left breast. just before annie pushes her down onto the bed, mikasa spots the ring on her finger - the tip of its curved hook stained with blood. it all fades away in mikasa’s mind when she cannot think of anything else but annie sucking away gently at the cut she inflicted.
mikasa recalls all of this as she pulls eren and armin down the stairs to safety.
was what we had real, annie? mikasa pushes the thought away, determined to drown out her pain through action. enough, i don’t want to think about this anymore. i’ll be the one to cut you this time.
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Mikasa had often told Annie stories about wanting a pet as a child, but her both her birth and adoptive parents had such wretched allergies that animals had never been allowed. Given that Annie herself had never owned a pet in her life, it was in an attempt to make Mikasa happy after she moved into Annie’s large apartment that they went to the local animal shelter one weekend. She stood to one side as Mikasa wandered the cat area, smiling slightly at the sheer pleasure in her face.
Mikasa was enraptured by the kittens in particular, standing for minutes on end at one cage or another to let the kittens play with the strings on the end of her scarf. It was twenty minutes on that Mikasa finally stopped at one cage low and in the corner and gestured for Annie to come closer. Annie found that the kitten of choice was solid black with massive gold eyes, and it purred loudly enough that Annie could hear it at a distance.
“That one’s cute,” Annie said.
Mikasa smiled as she scratched under the kitchen’s chin. It closed its eyes in bliss and shoved its head into her hand. She said, “What should we name him?”
“Don’t they come pre-named?”
Mikasa looked at her with a raised brow. “I don’t think either of us want to call our cat ‘Bob.’”
“No.” She shrugged. “You pick.”
It was a long time that Mikasa thought, and clearly thought hard. Annie watched the intense look on her face with amusement, hands tucked in the front pocket of her hoodie. The kitten mewed at Mikasa, swiping at her scarf as she silently looked at him.
“Ailuros,” Mikasa said suddenly.
Annie stared. “What?”
“Let’s call him Ailuros.”
“How did you come up with that?”
“Armin loaned me a book once about the relationship the Greeks and the Egyptians had, and the Greek word for ‘cat’ is ‘ailuros.’”
Annie snickered. “Okay, I like it. I’d call him that.”
“Should we adopt him?”
“You like him, right?”
“I really do.
“Then we should get him.” She went to fetch a shelter volunteer so Mikasa could continue playing with the kitten. A few minutes later, they were filling out paperwork and purchasing a license. They went on to a pet store, and Annie carried Ailuros around in his cardboard carrier while Mikasa filled a cart with everything the volunteer had said they would need. They hurried home with the carrier in Mikasa’s lap while Annie drove, and they sequestered themselves in the bedroom.
Ailuros jumped out of the carrier immediately when Mikasa popped it open, looking around with a wide-eyed, confused stare. He cried briefly at Mikasa, going to her and crawling into her lap. He perched himself on her knee and looked around again, starting to sniff the air. She stroked his back until he tentatively got down from her knee and started to make a circuit around the room.
Annie stood up and took the water fountain into the bath off the bedroom, reading the instructions as Mikasa followed Ailuros around the room. She set up the fountain on a plastic mat, setting out a dish of dry food as well. By then, Ailuros had made his way around the room, and he startled at Annie coming out of the bathroom with a large cup of water. He hissed at her, puffing up his fur. Annie raised a brow at him, and he shuffled backward until he came close to Mikasa.
“I think you just surprised him,” said Mikasa.
“I think he hates me,” said Annie.
Though Mikasa protested, Annie felt she was right as the days passed and Ailuros continued to hiss and puff up into a ball on seeing her. She did not go out of her way to endear herself to him, only feeding him at mealtimes and filling his water because it would be cruel to not do so.
Any attempt to give each other a wide berth was ruined by the fact that they both gravitated to Mikasa. If Ailuros jumped up on the couch during a movie, he yowled at the sight of Annie curled up against Mikasa’s side. If Annie sought to join Mikasa on the bed for a nap on the weekend, she had to check for where Ailuros had stretched out against Mikasa lest she be hissed at.
Given that she and Mikasa worked similar hours, Annie was never left alone with Ailuros for too long. After a time, she fell into the habit of hanging back at the door when they came in to let Ailuros see Mikasa first. He waited at the door for her, after all, and he jumped straight onto her shoulder when she crouched down for him. Weeks on, Annie found herself smiling when Mikasa slowly stood up with Ailuros balancing on her shoulder, and he did not hiss at her when he noticed her.
It happened some time in the winter, three months later. It had been a grueling week for Annie, and she gladly took the opportunity to fall upon the couch when they returned home from errands and drop dead asleep. When she woke again, the room was dark with lowered blinds, and quiet with Mikasa sitting reading in the armchair. Because she felt a weight down her front, she lifted her head and looked down.
Ailuros was stretched full out on the length of her torso, completely asleep and looking blissful. Annie tilted her head to look at Mikasa. “Did you put him on me?”
To answer, Mikasa picked up her phone from the coffee table and started a video she had taken. Annie watched her sleeping self and Ailuros sitting by the couch staring up at her. He turned toward the camera and mewled. Mikasa said, “Go ahead,” and he hopped up onto the couch. He slowly sat down, sniffing Annie’s chin before sinking down to his stomach. The video ended with the sound of Mikasa giggling and the image shaking slightly.
“He sat there crying for a while before I got my phone and told him to jump,” said Mikasa.
“Why didn’t you just put him in your lap?”
“I tried to get him to come to me, but he wanted to be on you.”
Annie held down the urge to sigh because she thought it would wake him. Lightly, she scratched his head. He began to purr in his sleep. Annie smiled, and her smile deepened when Mikasa leaned down to kiss her.
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imagine if mikasa’s 3dmg fails her as her feet gently lifts off annie and she gasps in surprise and starts falling through the air fast. annie, despite being swamped with overwhelming emotions about her failure as a warrior and the crushed prospect of returning to her father (anytime soon), reaches her fingerless hands out and cradles mikasa with her palms and absorbs the fall.
when they land, mikasa leaps away instinctively (like she did before in an earlier episode when she reacted as a titan tried to kill her even though she thought she had given up) faster than she can register what just happened as she watches eren’s titan go berserk on annie and rip off her head and limbs.
when the realization that annie saved her finally sets in, mikasa is the first to pound away at the crystal with her blades hoping to be able to break it away slowly to reach annie but it is futile. it is then that mikasa realizes how powerless she can be despite her strength and skills. there is still that one person she cannot save.
whenever hanji checks on annie, she notices that there are mountains of crumbs gathered around the base of the crystal. one time, as she makes her way towards the area, she hears the repeated soft pounding of an object against the crystal and someone whispering “たべて [tabete]” (which means “eat”). curious, she peeps in and sees that it is mikasa knocking away at the crystal with a piece of bread. with each knock, the bread disintegrates and crumbs gather on the floor. hanji notices that there is a small basket of bread next to mikasa. the mystery of the crumbs solved, hanji decides not to intrude and takes her leave silently while wondering how often mikasa spends time down there.
eventually, the crumbs stop appearing at the base of the crystal. winter comes, and one fine day, as hanji does her daily crystal check, she is surprised to see a long, green wool scarf messily wrapped at least five times around the upper-mid section of the crystal. hanji looks closely and sees that the bottom half of annie’s face has been hidden by the scarf.
the scarf looks familiar, hanji thinks to herself. it looks to be of the same material as the red scarf mikasa always wears. hanji ponders about the relationship that the two girls share. it may have been her imagination; she could have sworn that annie’s lips were not subtly curved in a smile when she was crystallized… but it was now.
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I always had this headcanon where Mikasa doesn’t even know who is inside the Female Titan, and once they capture her and pull the person outside, Mikasa just fucking loses it and all of a sudden turns against everyone. She goes on FULL protective mode on her, and doesn’t give a flying fuck about what she did. And Eren tries his best to convince her who she is, and that she’s a bad person for what she did, and Mikasa totally knocks him out because she just won’t have it. She just refuses to believe any of that, and even if it was true, she doesn’t give a fuck about it. And Eren is all like ‘why do you protect her so much!?’ and Mikasa is all like ‘She needs me! You don’t. You reject me. She won’t.’
And then Annie hears all of this and is just so fucking shocked by it all that she quickly transforms again and takes Mikasa with her, and the team follows, but Mikasa just makes it difficult for any of them to get near them and it becomes this crazy all-out battle between Annie, Mikasa versus everyone. And Mikasa is all like ‘I won’t let them hurt you Annie!’ And Eren tries to follow her and reason with her and she’s all like “Annie is mine!’ and shit, and then Levi goes hand to hand against Mikasa but fails miserably due to his injury, and everyone just falls back letting them be for now knowing they’re no match against the duo. AND THAT WOULD BE THE BEST FUKING LOVE STORY EVER.
Found this on tumblr, thought it was cute ^^
"i feel like ymir/christa would be an interesting ship when either of them got sick because on one hand you would have christa being really nice and sweet and caring and loving and making ymir soup and giving her blankets and tea and hot coco and babying her whereas ymir would probably be running around frantically and being so worried and not knowing what to do and ultimately panicking (probably over christa having a lil cold) and christa being like “ymir im fine its ok stop worrying” and ymir being like “i hAVE TO WORRY WHAT IF WHAT IF WHAT IF” (and christa would smooch her and then theyd both get sick and be like “christa ily but youre an idiot”) "
WARNING: This is Incredibly Sadistic.
She didn't know when it all began, really, and she'd spent a lot of time thinking about the subject lately. It could have started anywhere from the first time she laid eyes on her short figure and noted her presence or even the first time she'd heard her name, confident and commanding and utterly bored in voice. The only thing she could be sure of, though, was when she'd noticed it. Seeing her completely and utterly obliterate Eren in hand-to-hand combat (although it was more like feet-to-shin and flip) and sparking her ire, she'd noticed, for the first time, the intensity of her feelings for Annie Leonhart, and though she was only sure of the burning contempt in her mind at the time, she wasn't so sure now that was the only feeling she'd felt then.
She knew now that, beyond the urge to strangle the blonde, she also wanted to descend upon the smaller girl and trap her between her thighs while she did so, hands on the pale, delicate curve of the girl's throat, squeezing enough to hurt but not to kill. To feel Annie's heat pulse between her legs and against her very core, and then mark her all over with blood and bruises to make her ready for consumption. She wanted to devour her, every inch of her and every mark she made, licking and biting and fingering the wounds she'd created-
"Mikasa."
She blinked. Blinked again. Her brown eyes flashed as she took in the dark storage cellar she vaguely recalled being ordered to clean and then the object of her desires staring unblinkingly at her from the stairwell, almost as if she had seenthe exact images and vulgar scenes playing through her mind's eye and did not care one bit that she had been fantasizing those desires.
Outwardly, she did not react, master as she was with her mask. "Annie," she replied. Cold. Hot underneath.
"I was sent to help," the blonde uttered tonelessly, and took the last couple steps down onto the cold stone floor. Without a word, she crossed the dark cellar, illuminated by the light of the torch at the end of the stairwell, the only source of light there was in the place. Her eyes, Mikasa noted, were such a clear, sky blue that did not accurately reflect the depths of darkness which resided in both their hearts, and she reached out before she could stop herself and grasped the girl's neck to get a better look at those glowing orbs.
Annie did not move.
"I only want, need, help in one way," she told her, and added pressure to her grip, gazing deep into those eyes. She was rewarded with a flinch, slight, but Annie had shown her the weakness she was seeking. Yet the blonde did not challenge her authority.
"Take what you need."
She was almost disappointed at how easy it all was, but she did not need to be told twice.
Turning abruptly to the side, she slammed Annie's head against the stone wall and swept her palm across her cheek in a resounding slap, following the movement again with a backhand going the opposite direction. Her knee came up instinctively not a second later and rammed the girl's gut before sliding down and firmly placing pressure at the junction between the blonde's legs. She leant forward, breathing hotly on pale skin, and whispered in her ear, "You asked for it."
Then she tossed her to the ground by the neck and stepped on her torso, wondering briefly whose stomach would win the competition for most toned girl of the 104th class. Impatiently, she reached down, grabbed the thin fabric of the girl's shirt and ripped the fabric up and over her chest, forcing Annie's arms to go up as well and allow the shirt to be removed as quickly as possible. Not wasting a second, she flung the shirt into the darkness and planted a firm kick into the newly exposed flesh, sending the poor girl flying back into the wall.
"I win," she stated, observing Annie's quivering form.
"Is this about winning?" Annie wheezed. Mikasa stepped close and bent down to get a better view of Annie's toned stomach, idly ingraining the form into her brain. Toned, but not chiseled.
"No," Mikasa answered. "It's not." And punched her in the face. She held back, however. There was no need to knock out one of her teeth. No one wanted to see that. "Stand up," she commanded.
Annie slowly stood, leaning heavily back against the cold wall and shivering at the contact. Her body admitted defeat, but her spirit remained strong, her eyes defiantly meeting Mikasa's own and blazing with some emotion she couldn't quite place but recognized as one she currently shared. No, this wouldn't do. She cast her gaze around the storage room, looking, searching, seeing boxes and bottles and paper and rags, and reached for a fairly clean strip of cloth. Perfect.
Grasping her neck once more, she pulled Annie roughly forward and wrenched her jaw open, shoving the cloth in and wrapped it around her head, tying it closed at the back and gagging her. For the first time, Mikasa heard Annie utter a noise, a whimper, and a pleasurable shiver traveled down her spine at the sound. Almost. She breathed deeply, noted her pounding heart, and stepped back.
Annie was a mess of red and purple and blue, having been cut sometime along the way as a bleeding shallow gash on her forehead indicated, and she had a bruise forming around the eye Mikasa had punched and one large one swelling up along the right side of her belly from the kicks. But what excited Mikasa the most, however, was the anticipation she saw in Annie's blue eyes.
She threw Annie to the ground and straddled her. As an afterthought, she picked up Annie's discarded shirt and tied the girl's hands together despite knowing that Annie wouldn't dare retaliate or be more than a means to an end. Then she leaned down and bit the porcelain, naked junction between the girl's neck and shoulder, sucking and licking and eliciting a throaty moan from the blonde's muffled mouth, feeling the vibration through her lips. Heat waves traveled up and down throughout her body and settled at the increasing throbbing she felt between her legs, and she did not want to wait anymore.
Growling, she impatiently slid the blonde's chest bindings up until hardened pink nipples met frigid air, and dove down with her mouth to meet one, hand coming up to tend to the other. She wasted no time, only worked brutally and efficiently and was rewarded with moans upon muffled moans. Her unused hand slid down the side of Annie's torso, fingers trailing smooth skin, and then dug suddenly into the bruises she'd inflicted mere minutes before, evoking a cry of mixed pain and pleasure which reverberated wonderfully through her ears.
Separating with a smack, Mikasa panted hotly and sat up, wondering how much time she had left before their instructor came to check on them. They'd received harsh punishments for having nothing done, but she'd worry about that later. Now...
Her hands grasped at the zipper of Annie's pants, and she nearly ripped the material in her haste to open it. Then, without checking to see if Annie was mentally or physically prepared, jammed three of her fingers in and began to pump, neither fast nor slow, and listened to the shrieks of pain and the dirty wet noises from below and she increased her pace only until the cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure before slowing down her pace and then stopping altogether. She almost smirked at the buckling of the girl's hips when she did so, desperately needy as she was, and reveled in the absolute control resting in the literal palm of her hand.
Reaching up with her unused hand, she pulled the gag down and growled, "Beg."
And beg she did.
Just so we have some things straight so you don't feel this is somehow wrong, it is deeply implied in the manga and animation of Shingeki no Kyoujin that Annie is a masochist. (And obviously so that Mikasa is a Sadist). Many bdsm inclined people like this couple, and that's how many fan ifictions on them are written. Annie is not simply being tortured.
Notes: Konoka’s thoughts are in /italics/
In these eyes...you are all I see.
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He stood facing the window, watching the students walk to and fro in the school yard below. His back was to her as she sat by the desk, yet she could tell that he was pensive, as his right hand was in constant motion as he rubbed his beard. A habit, she noted, that occurred only when he was troubled about something.
Not that he ever made it easy for people to see what he was thinking of…
“I’ve arranged another Omiai for you tomorrow at noon, granddaughter. I’ve already sent a note to Negi, for you to be excused from class.”
His voice was impartial as he spoke, and she found herself wondering what he was feeling beneath that calm exterior. He was avoiding her, she knew. Because if there was anything Konoe Konoka is good at, it would be reading other people’s emotions through their eyes. The twinkled mask of his cheery façade were of no exception.
She smiled with sad acknowledgment. They were so alike sometimes…
As it should be. She was his granddaughter, after all.
“You’re…going to evade this one as well, aren’t you?”
His sudden words shook her from her thoughts, and she stood up, heading towards where he stood.
“…yes, grandfather. This time, and the next. And each one after that…same as every time before.”
He turned, and she noticed there was pain in his eyes as they met her own. A twinge of guilt ripped across her chest, and she twisted her head to the side, raising one hand to touch the window glass as though she was deeply interested in whatever the students were doing outside.
It was her turn to avoid eye contact, and she smiled ruefully, once again.
They really are so very alike.
He would understand her reasons without her needing to say much more.
Konoemon sighed, laying one hand onto her right shoulder.
“Do you believe in fate, Konoka?”
Both of her hands were touching the window glass now, and she pulled her shoulders together; away from him in such a way that she suddenly seemed fragile before his eyes. As if the weight of her heritage had finally taken its toll on her, and all that remained was few broken shards of her soul.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and the sudden thought of taking her into his arms came to his mind. He wanted to hold her, sit her upon his lap and whisper words of protection to her as he often had when she was but a little child.
Yet she is almost a full grown woman now, and those assurances he had once uttered during those nights when she couldn’t sleep are now nothing but empty promises. Her life is her own. She would have to find a way to stand up by herself.
Her wings have fully grown. It was about time that she learns how to fly.
His hands began to tremble, reminding him of his age. He withdrew them, clutching them into tight fists behind his back.
“I believe whatever happens will happen. But before we start guessing what is to come in the future, we should try to grasp it, and do the best that we can.”
He chuckled, the laughter sounding dry even to his own ears. Yet there was a glint of adoration in his eyes as he looked at her.
She was so very like his younger self, firm and unyielding… though not without the gentleness of her mother as well.
His voice was serious when he spoke.
“Then you must know that these Omiais are for your own good. That I am trying all I can to lessen the burden upon your shoulders. If it is fate that you are born to carry the weight as heiress to both Associations, the most I could do is find someone-”
“-and I already have.”
His eyes widened as she spun to face him, shattered pieces of her soul once again whole. She now stood with confidence before him, traces of that former weakness no longer evident as deep brown eyes glow wise beyond her years. For a moment he was taken back by the aura of power in the woman in front of him.
“I remember…when I was a child, I used to go my way to cause as much trouble as possible. I knew what you and daddy were planning for me…and I resented it. I didn’t want my destiny to be set, didn’t want my fate to have been written before I had any say in the matter. I wanted you to give me some form of reprimand. Yell at me. Anything,…anything to force me to accept it.”
Konoka shook her head.
“…nothing. The more I pushed, the more you two seemed to spoil me. Yielded to me, as though you knew what I was going through…and you let me do everything I wanted, until it was time for me to face what I was born to become. I later understood. I grew up. I learned to accept it. I learned obedience, patience…learned everything I needed to, so as not to fail yours and father’s expectations.”
Her head was slightly bowed, as she looked down towards her hands.
“But there is one thing I will never let out of my grasp. One thing I will never leave for fate to decide.”
For a while they were immobile and silent. The figure of a certain raven-haired samurai could be seen below, about to enter the building in which they both stood.
Konoemon stroked his beard once more.
“Setsuna.”
Konoka remained silent, her eyes following the half demon’s every movement. Konoemon did not fail to notice the warmth in them, as his granddaughter lovingly gazed at her protector.
The headmaster sighed.
“I’ve been trying…with all those Omiais. But I never could get your mind off of her. I’ve already known that you’ve been taken by her since you two first met, those many years ago. What I don’t understand is why you insist on taking her around in circles in your relationship. If you are to deny everyone else from entering your life, then you could at least-”
Konoka giggled, as she turned away from the windows once more.
“But you must admit, though. Secchan is really cute when she’s confused.”
Her expression quickly changed to one of sorrow, and her voice softened as she continued to speak.
“Remember after we fell into the lake? And Secchan decided to leave to train harder…I’d asked you then, without her knowledge…. I’d asked you to take her back to Shinmeiryuu. Then, later…I’d asked you to take her in as my secret guardian, so that I could be at least closer in distance to her while she insists on protecting me from the shadows.”
Konoemon chuckled.
“And you’d taken me by surprise when you asked me that, too. Why not take her in as a friend? Why not go to her? After all…I would think that despite the innocent outward appearance, my granddaughter doesn’t need much protecting.”
“Oh, but I really was powerless, gramps!”
Konoka grinned.
“My powers didn’t awaken until later, remember? When Setsuna was shot…and I just had to jump with her…”
The old man nodded, looking at his granddaughter thoughtfully.
“But why, though?”
Konoka closed her eyes, a nostalgic ache tugging at her heart.
“…because more than anything in this world…I love her. Because right here, right now, with everything going on…I know she wouldn’t be comfortable if I tell her that I love her before she was ready to hear it…and I don’t want my love towards her to affect what she feels towards me. I believe Secchan loves me…as a very close friend. As someone she has been taking care of. I don’t want our relationship to be ruined when she realizes that the ‘Kono-chan’ she is protecting is not all that innocent and helpless as she believes. That I wish to spread my own wings around her…and protect her as well.”
A knock resounded from the door, and Konoka began to walk towards it, finishing her speech in a hushed voice so that the person standing outside wouldn’t hear.
“…because I am afraid of what should happen if I should tell her. Would she leave me because she doesn’t feel the same? Would she hurt herself if she feels the same…but knows that our love is impossible? More importantly… I love the me that I am with her. The true self that protects as well as allowing herself to be protected by the person she loves. Because I am selfish, and I want as much of her as I can get…even if it means that I have to break my own heart, and accept that the only love she can give me is one of friendship…and she would shy away should I stand too close.”
Konoka stopped, one hand on the doorknob.
“I can’t live without her. And I will do anything. Anything…for her.”
Before Konoemon could reply, Konoka had opened the door.
“Konok-”
Before either the headmaster or the samurai could utter a single word, Konoka had rushed towards the raven haired girl, arms wrapped around Setsuna’s waist in a tight hug.
“Secchan!”
/ You may never know the depth of my love for you. All I ask of you…is to let me love you. Let these eyes reflect only you./
“Lets go, Secchan!”
As he watched the bright smile on his granddaughter’s face as she pulls her guardian out of his office, Konoemon chuckled once more.
The road she had chosen will be a difficult one. But whatever the future may hold…he is content with the knowledge that Konoka will be living the best she can. Still…it wouldn’t be able to stop him from trying to intervene…Try to find a way to ease the weight on her somehow…
“Granddaughter, don’t forget the Omiai tomorrow!”
Outside the door Konoka pouts, clinging tighter to Setsuna.
“Mou….gramps!”
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End.
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