I LOVE YOU MIDORI SOU HIYORI FROM HIT GAME YOUR TURN TO DIE

If Midori from yttd ever came up to me in the streets with a consent form I would lowkirkenuinely sign it in return for the wish he offers me which I will state to him that my wish is licking the crust and debris off of his stinky unwashed feet before genuinely plucking a lock of his beautiful nature green hair from his head and keeping it as a souvenir a a a KEEPSAKE even i'll be whipping that shit out for my grandchildren to see when I'm in a rocking chair knitting on a cottage surrounded by cows and farmlands rolling off into the horizon and hopefully HOPEFULLY i'll be able to have Midori from yttd leaning over the porch railing his eyes gazing off into the cascading sunset with a ring on his finger one of which I gifted to him as I kneeled down on one knee and slipped it from my pocket on a beautiful, nature adorned cliffside as the sun radiates off Midori's skin and cascades down the soft grass him and I are planted on together I wish one day I pace anxiously under the fluorescent lights in a antiseptic scented hallway adorned in medical equipment and doors leading to patients bedridden and ill as Midori screams and cries gut wrenching wails until I hear the cries of a newborn OUR newborn the nurse invites me in and there he is my darling Midori laid lazily on a hospital bed with our sweet newborn child cradled by a doctor looming over my husband my eyes well up with tears of joy as I step forward to meet my gorgeous son as his eyes gently flutter open. He has my husband's eyes, I see my beautiful Midori in this sweet baby. I gently scoop him into my trembling arms, cradling my beautiful boy, trepidatious and cautious on the off chance he'll fall from my grasp. I wish to begin a lovely family with Midori, 2 sweet little boys and 1 beautiful little girl, and of course - My gorgeous husband Midori. As 3 offsprings leave to fulfill their dreams in life at the courageous age of 18, Midori and I begin to grow old on our distant, hushed farm. Every other night I cradle him in my wrinkly arms, whispering lovely little nothings as we chuckle to ourselves, every word driving us closer. As the sun sets, and the sun cascades down the dimming sky, I place a sleepy Midori into bed, slipping in beside him and adorning our blanket over our nestled, frail bodies. His head drifts to press against my chest as he slumbers peacefully, my hand instinctively travelling to meet his scalp, my fingers grazing each and every green strand of hair along his head, every lock curling under my touch as Midori's chest expands and detracts, a rhythmic symphony as his breath brushes my frail collarbone.

but yeah he's a cool character or whatever idk i MIGHT like him dunno i think my favourite yttd character is Qtaro yep (my 6'6 midori cutout on my wall wont like that)