-Four Thousand Trains- Makoto x Reader [Entry 6][Name] never needed Shuuji’s arm on the way home. What she needed was a daisy and the little children that knew she could. Her feet did scrap against the ground and her pace was way behind his. That didn’t matter much though. Her fingers just continued to thumb over the precious white petals and her faint smile was enough to make Shuuji feel his trick worked. Miraculously they did run into some old school friends of his from the past. [Name] paid no attention to them what’s so ever. She looked down at her flower as her knees continued to sink to the floor the longer she stood there. The people took immediately notice to her. She was a walking piece of skeleton from the grave. At the time they said hello, they noticed her presence and felt appalled by her. By the way she slumped down into the background, picking at a flower with a body that was withered into her bones that struck from her body and through her clothes. They had looks of sadness and what mattered was Shu
||Makoto x Reader-Confessions||Please listen while reading~:http://listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=4HtROWLXSxY#Kaichou_wa_Maid_sama!_Soundtrack_OST_2_Tasukeai_desho"WAHHH...Are you sure this will work?!?" you asked nervously. "Of course it will! Now go!!" It wasn't until recently when you transferred to Iwatobi High School. The whole atmosphere of a new environment made you quite uneasy; the different classrooms, students, teacher...almost everything. Being a terribly shy person, it took you a while to open up and make a few friends. On most days, you'd sit alone in an empty corner as you'd watch classmates...surrounded by the company of friends. You recalled the way they laughed and how much fun they had. It was if they rubbed their happiness right in front you. Then, there were those days. Whenever you felt like giving up, there was always that one person who picked you up and made you feel wanted.....that person was Makoto Tachibana.
-Four Thousand Trains- Makoto x Reader [Entry 5]Freedom finally occurred as the door shut behind him following a gentle thud. With a kick to the front gate he was gone with a dear sister in his arms. Nothing seemed to bother him anymore at this point, without the chaotic feelings being thrown around the house, his head cleared and a deep breath filled his lungs. It was so warm out, so warm he was still contemplating why his mother thought [Name] would need her jacket. She was fine in his arms. She felt… warm to his own belief. As he walked by the front of the house, something caught his eye in the window. Quickly glancing over, he witnessed his poor mother break in front of him. Standing in the darkness of the living room, her hands were pressed against the sides of her head; eyes closed shut as if the voices inside her head were finally too much to take and the demons were ready to split her skull in two. Within the second, the waterfall of tears tore open from her eyes and her body collapsed with no utter emotion but the nu