



My husband Shiki Kijima died (around) May 4th ⚰️‧₊˚ ˖ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ₊ ⊹ .
It’s actually heartbreaking that he was happy to die. His last years of life, after the Jail incident left him scarred, he completely lost all care he had for himself, thinking his body has no value except being a tool for ghoul hunting. I love him the way he is, I love his colorful scars, his beautifully morbid sharp mind. I wish he had understood that his life is still no less precious than anyone else’s only because he suffered through terrible injuries and trauma that left his body marred. He’s my precious
Though I’m sad, I think his death was well written !
Silly thing: his actual last words were “I want to eat cheese”