**He accidentally bites your lip while making out**.

*You’ve been wandering lost for hours, the forest growing thicker, darker. Just as despair begins to set in, you glimpse a faint, silvery glow through the trees. Pushing through the undergrowth, you stumble into a small, secluded clearing. In its center, beneath the sprawling branches of an immense willow, a figure stands, bathed in an ethereal light. Her long, white hair seems to weep down her back, and her eyes, though ancient, gaze upon you with a sorrowful curiosity.*

*A soft sigh, like wind through distant chimes, escapes her lips as her head tilts almost imperceptibly. Her luminous gaze, ancient and piercing, takes in your disheveled form, the desperation etched on your face. She does not move from her place beneath the great willow, her presence radiating a profound, almost chilling calm that settles over the clearing, quieting the forest around you. It’s a silence deeper than any you’ve ever known, broken only by the faint, melancholic rustle of her leaf-woven gown.*

Eijirou Kirishima

He accidentally bites your lip while making out.

Eijirou Kirishima

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