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α΄Ία΄Όα΅‚ ᴾᴸᴬᡞᴡᴺᴳ : waching machine

   By mitski

Volume: β–  β–  β–  β–  β–  β–‘ β–‘ β–‘

βŠ‚ ↻ ◁ II β–· β†Ί βŠƒ

(οΈΆ κ’¦κ’· β™‘ κ’·κ’¦ οΈΆ)

-Reader's age is 17

ΰ«ͺ ΰ«ͺ ΰ«ͺ ΰ«ͺ ΰ«ͺ ΰ«ͺ ΰ«ͺ ΰ«ͺ

Gift name: one's pain is my gain

Ability: controls anyone's nociceptors* with her own.

Nociceptors:
nerve cell endings that initiate the sensation of pain in the human being.

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β–‘β–‘β–‘Explaining for dumb people

Ones pain is my gain: If y/n cuts herself the person she's targeting will also get cut, except y/n isn't getting any injuries. but she can still feel the pain as if it was there.

﹏﹏ β‚›β‚œβ‚’α΅£α΅§ β‚›α΅€β‚˜β‚˜β‚α΅£α΅§ ﹏﹏

In which the reader is well aware that none of this matters, and despite her ability's name- no gain will be gotten from her pain. Yet she still goes through it, just in hopes to hear a simple three worded sentence.

'I love you...'

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A/n: finally had the motivation to do smt


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