Osamu: how could you sit there, knowing that someone fucked on that couch?
Atsumu: you don't seem so concerned, eating on my kichen table
Osamu: WHAT A FUCK, TSUMU. people EATS on this.
Rin, from beside Atsumu: oh, i sure ate a lot. ♡
Osamu: how could you sit there, knowing that someone fucked on that couch?
Atsumu: you don't seem so concerned, eating on my kichen table
Osamu: WHAT A FUCK, TSUMU. people EATS on this.
Rin, from beside Atsumu: oh, i sure ate a lot. ♡
Atsumu and Kiyoomi flirt in ways that terrify any onlooker. Their love is dark, possessive, rough, and raw with devotion and dedication steeped into it. To love like they do is akin to drowning in the middle of the ocean. It’s deep, dark, and dreadful as the cold,
Atsumu and Kiyoomi flirt in ways that terrify any onlooker. Their love is dark, possessive, rough, and raw with devotion and dedication steeped into it. To love like they do is akin to drowning in the middle of the ocean. It’s deep, dark, and dreadful as the cold,