they/them | 18 | ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/tsumusfav
The first time Akaashi saw Bokuto, he was running out of a burning building.
He was carrying an old woman over his shoulder and a small dog under his other arm. He had a wild look in his eye, but was equally focused, determined. +
The first time Akaashi saw Bokuto, he was running out of a burning building.
He was carrying an old woman over his shoulder and a small dog under his other arm. He had a wild look in his eye, but was equally focused, determined. +
This—
This isn’t good for his heart.
Atsumu isn’t good for his heart—
But Atsumu in his clothes, is absolutely, incredibly too much. Kiyoomi doesn’t know where he got it from—*how* he got it, yet there he was
This—
This isn’t good for his heart.
Atsumu isn’t good for his heart—
But Atsumu in his clothes, is absolutely, incredibly too much. Kiyoomi doesn’t know where he got it from—*how* he got it, yet there he was
Kiyoomi didn’t *mean* to find it—
He was just trying to find his favorite hoodie that belonged to Atsumu to use for the day that had been buried beneath piles of folded clothing.
Kiyoomi didn’t *mean* to find it—
He was just trying to find his favorite hoodie that belonged to Atsumu to use for the day that had been buried beneath piles of folded clothing.
Omi sound asleep snoring away when all of a sudden a loud thud wakes him up.
He jolts awake and reaches over to put a protective arm around his husband, except his hands lands on the bed instead.
Omi sound asleep snoring away when all of a sudden a loud thud wakes him up.
He jolts awake and reaches over to put a protective arm around his husband, except his hands lands on the bed instead.