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Why did Eito have to love someone who was so obsessed with gore and filth?
Love. That was a weird word to use for a disgusting human, but Eito couldn’t deny that through her shrill voice and toothy appearance he actually found Darumi more tolerable than most. The world had been just as cruel to her as him, and he’d slowly started to be able to suppress his nausea enough to spend time with her.
But he could never get used to the horrific things she watched.
He watched as Darumi grabbed another handful of the buttery popcorn in her lap and cackled as a nasty human in a horror movie got stabbed, their blood and guts spraying everywhere. Every human on screen was twisted, rotted, and utterly foul.
“Kyohoho… Wouldn’t you wanna be in one of these one day, Eito?! Getting stabbed to death by the big bad in a slasher sounds like the perfect way to go out!” Her voice was high-pitched and distorted, but he did his best to not wince when she spoke.
Eito would probably never get used to horror, but if it was for Darumi’s sake he’d continue to put on his bravest face.