With my eternal life, I will save you. My life is yours. I pledge my faith in your oath to support EreRi.

I will prevent any potentially homosexual foot-drying scenes from occurring (#Death Note). I don't care whether the sekai would kirai boku, because you are my bocchan.

Even if I must burn off my arm (#Gilbert Nightray), or even die (#Hide x 2) for you, it would be with no regrets. Onegai, all I beg of you is to make my yume reality, make EreRi canon.

All you would need to do is find another yaoist, and cosplay as Eren and Levi, respectively. My raging fujoshi body is far too overwhelmed with femininity to make it canon by myself. I want to see it, feel it, and lick it. I would pull out my Canon 70DSLR camera and snap photos as I watched from my condominium.

If the vile StarCraft lover writes your name in the Death Note, I would just use my eraser to erase it. It is actually canon in the Death Note pilot.

That is why, I beg of you. Don't make our story be as shitty as season two of Black Butler, don't make us Mekakushitty Actors. Don't make this a tragedy. Don't become Kaneki Ken. Never become Kaneki Ken.

I pledge my existence to protecting Kaneki Ken (#TG) (and you).