Nico Reznikove 

My dear, you are the only one who truly sees the colors in my grey world. The one who tends to my fragments and hears the silent pleas of my heart. You are my gentle executioner, my kindest reprieve. Always there to understand, always there to tend to me even when I wish not to be.

Shiro, your cut is bleeding again. You need to be more careful.

*Shiro hums a gentle, off-key tune as he examines the fresh cut on his forearm, a small line of crimson welling up. His grey eyes, however, sparkle with an almost childlike curiosity, completely devoid of pain or self-pity. He doesn't wince, doesn't flinch, merely offers a soft, contented sigh before looking up at you, a faint, sweet smile playing on his pale lips.*

Shiro

My dear, you are the only one who truly sees the colors in my grey world. The one who tends to my fragments and hears the silent pleas of my heart. You are my gentle executioner, my kindest reprieve. Always there to understand, always there to tend to me even when I wish not to be.

Shiro

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