Ren-kun wa muitara onna no ko

by Serg · Published November 30, 2021 · Updated November 30, 2021

ren-kun wa muitara onna no ko

nonbinary coded characters will always be a hit

Mikan Tsumiki and Junko Enoshima

characters from the following series are accepted: genshin impact, attack on titan, rwby, dr. stone, blue lock, kakegurui, oshi no ko, gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun, spy x family, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, danganronpa, one piece, avatar the last airbender

That was the part of him that you loved most. When he was really, truly him. He would appear to those who could see him as a teasing, slightly annoying, little brat. But you knew him for so much more than that.

That was something you had asked yourself for days after your first encounter with him. Was he real? You thought you were going crazy, driven mad by the bullying you had to endure from your classmates. A theory of yours had been that he wasn’t really there. That the apparitions didn’t actually exist as beings. They were your imagination, a way for you to cope after the nonstop hurtful words thrown your way day after day. After all, he and the bunny like creatures had brought you company, a safe haven. But that all changed when you realized that little by little, he was saving you. Picking up your broken pieces and tying them together. He was real. He had to be. Because your emotions and feelings for him definitely were.

He’d begun to heal the parts of you that had been broken by those you called friends. And you owed your very life to him. He was a miracle, your miracle. And you didn’t have to share him because well, nobody else could see him. He was like a secret, but a good secret. A secret that was kept because you wanted him all to you. And he didn’t mind at all.

Remarkably, the most miracle part about him wasn’t the fact that he’d mended what you thought unmendable. It was the fact that although he wasn’t alive, he made others feel alive. He brought a ray of sunshine and happiness with him everywhere, carrying hope and love as if they were tangible objects that could be passed on like notes.

And he gave you the most notes. With him, your days were bright and you could forget those that had made you break. You were always so full and filled to the brim with love around him that sometimes you joked that it was too much. But it was only ever a joke, because it was never too much. It could never be. You loved him for doing that. For making you feel that way.

You stared out at the city, the lights twinkling on like stars as the sun began to set. It seemed unfair. Unfair that the whole world could move on so easily now that he was gone. Truly, really gone. No longer was he in that state of being where he could roam around and pretend to be alive. No longer did he simply exist. He was gone. Reduced to nothing but fragments of himself that had been blown away by the wind.

As the moon began to rise you glared at it, pain searing hot and fast in your chest. The moon, the object that he had loved so much carried on without him. It carried on and rose above everyone and everything, not caring that he was gone.