with just his fingers, he can kill, be he does not, because he knows what dying feels like.
{in which he realizes that they are truly pitiful}
{and in which he contemplates why they are one of those living in glass houses}
with just his fingers, he can kill, be he does not, because he knows what dying feels like.
{in which he realizes that they are truly pitiful}
{and in which he contemplates why they are one of those living in glass houses}
Shubish oneshots because why not.
Mainly fluff with a little angst on the side.
Ps- I wanted to write like a long story but I lack a good main plot and also the patience, so this will do ig.