chronically offline, but trying :)
“Good,” Ushijima nods again, lips curled in the smallest of smiles, and squeezes their hands closer together, holding on.
“Good,” Ushijima nods again, lips curled in the smallest of smiles, and squeezes their hands closer together, holding on.
He figures that, well… He knows how to swim, and he’s willing to take a bet on the rest if Ushijima wants any of it.
He figures that, well… He knows how to swim, and he’s willing to take a bet on the rest if Ushijima wants any of it.
Is it the swimming, the gayness, the /mating for life/?
Ushijima reaches out, hand finding his in the grass between them and trailing over his knuckles in the beat of silence that lingers.
Is it the swimming, the gayness, the /mating for life/?
Ushijima reaches out, hand finding his in the grass between them and trailing over his knuckles in the beat of silence that lingers.
Tendou’s hand freezes, fingers clenched around a few loose blades of grass.
“Could that apply, too?” Ushijima asks.
Tendou’s hand freezes, fingers clenched around a few loose blades of grass.
“Could that apply, too?” Ushijima asks.