Fics like my heart is heavy in your hands.

Shizuka growls, side rapidly soaking with blood, before darting forward to throw a punch, aiming to break her pretty nose. Kanra ducks, then slashes forward, creating a bloody arc along her stomach. Shizuka gasps and in return, Kanra laughs, before darting away in a flurry of skirts and bunched stockings. Shizuka lets her go, heaving, hurting, looking at blood on her palm, wondering herself why, why, why 'Why do I let you kiss me?' She groans, pulling her phone from her skirt pocket to dial Shinra, 'Why do I find you cute? Why do I bother with you?' 'Why do I look at you and want to share rings, share a house, share a life?' And in her weakest moments, 'Why do I want to marry you?' But all those feelings are hopeless infatuation, a crush. Nothing serious, just stupid puppy love, attraction hampered by understanding. Shinra's cheerful voice speaks in her ear, and within a couple of sentences, Shizuka can't help but growl, "I wish I'd never met that wicked bitch."

Fics like my heart is heavy in your hands.

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