I hold the world's hand. The world smiles brightly at me, so oblivious, so naïve, so innocent, so fragile.
It belongs to me, that diverse, contradictory world. The world that shines; the world that is blissfully hidden away in darkness. The world that crumbles beneath the slightest pressure; the world that stands before all with courage never seen before. The world that revolves around me and vice versa. Without one, the other cannot existence. Fates intertwined, just like it was always meant to be.
The world that is named Mitsumune. The world that is mine.
I hold the world's hand. I refuse to let go.
haven't wrote a mayoiga fanfiction in fifty years. i haven't really moved on from it; it's just i had trouble of thinking of really good ideas for it. it's like, i'd know who i wanted in the story, but i didn't know who to start it or finish and - aah, it was awkward.
i still love the hell out of that anime, tho. will always be a favorite, ya know? and i've plenty of ideas now, huehuehue.
(still the proud leader of the mitsumune protection squad).