hinataters

hinataters asked:

hanamura gripped his weapon tightly, to the point where his knuckles turned white and he was sweating. he looked up through the gaps of the floorboards, his target was right above him. this was his chance. he breathed shakily, and thought of his mother. he knew she wouldn't accept him killing someone, and he didn't want to. but this was his only chance to go back home, to see his dear mother again. as he felt himself stab flesh, he decided that he was going to hug her when he got back home.

I’m gonna cry on you