𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐨

FINALLY

deadestpoet.xn--sei These ghost face au accounts are fuckin superb like literal art🖤 makes me miss my final boy miguel layout I had on Halloween 😭

deadestpoet.xn--sei I missed everyone 🥹

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this is why I appreciate you dad— I mean sensei .

uh sensei you do know EVERYONE can do karate right?

he holds onto her as he uses her as a crutch to pull himself up. A groan of pain left him as he tried to keep his weight off his left leg . “ you can put me down on those steps over there .”

“ not really “ he groaned out. his face scrunched in pain as he held his ankle . some panic can be heard in his voice. “ I-I don’t think I can get up “

he was laying flat on his back in front of the small pond at the dojo. yes please he could definitely use some help right now .

“ wow thanks for letting me know “ he sarcastically bit out around the groan of pain . dang sprained ankles are not supposed to be this painful was it ? miguel tried helping her by shifting some of his weight but another groan of pain left him .

IM JUST HAVING FUN ON THE STAGE IN MY HEELS — 🗣️

“ um … maybe —“ he tried to get himself up again but a wave of intense pain flooded his body. “ actually yes! yes please”

so … he might’ve sprained his ankle while practicing and he may not be able to get off the ground from where he fell on his own ..

“ oh we are so going to be friends ! “

— just ignore her and walk away but his heart wanted him to approach. so he did. They weren’t together anymore, but miguel still cared deeply for her. This girl, his friend, just lost her mom. He needed to make sure she knew they —