— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

11:59 (let’s start the new year right)

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a private person, but for someone who is so reserved, you think he makes many exceptions for you. He’s never the one for cliches or romantic gestures, but his love is quite loud.

His love is in the way he indulges you by taking you for an evening walk to see Christmas lights, despite his hesitance for the crowd.

(Since it’s Christmas, he nods, because he usually says no, and you can respect that. But he thinks you outshine all the lights when you excitedly tug on his hand and point out your favorites.)

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talking to the moon  

For as long as you can remember, your world has been seen through the bars of the harimise. A display, a product, for hours you would merely sit there and hope someone buys you.

The endlessly same scenery: the temple up north, the colorful vibrancy of kimonos, the bridge that leads southwards. Yoshiwara is always the same hustle and bustle of the lively streets. A day of ethereal beauty and strategic deceit; a night of lust and hushed promises, a so-called love that dispels with the first rays of dawn.

seat with the clearest view

you have always seen life through curious eyes and a starlit mind with thousands of thoughts running through your head. life has always been implied for something more, you think. you want to run, explore, discover the world and live through its every mood.

some days, the world genuinely is a wonder, but more often than not, it’s simply just like this. a place too vast, too broad, with too many voices that drown out yours. despite it all, ennoshita hears your small voice in the bustling world. when the world’s weight crushes you and all you want is to escape to space, ennoshita grounds you and shows that life on earth has its own spark too.

when he’s around, you think there’s magic in the ordinary too, as you steal a glance at him. he’s pushing the shopping cart as the two of you enter the grocery store together. grocery runs have habitually been comforting fun, a little adventure in the mundaneness of daily life.

“i see you got the curry packets,” he notices as you return from the next aisle over and put all the contents in your arms into the cart, “amongst other things.”

you only giggle as you fill the cart with snacks. “necessities, may i add! for a midnight snack after katsu curry tomorrow!”

he rolls his eyes, but he smiles anyway. “yes, of course. you want to put yourself in there too, while you’re at it?” he jokes, but when he sees the mischief in your eyes, he sighs in resignation.

you climb into the cart as he steadies you. “i’m too indulgent to your whims,” he shakes his head with a fond smile as you make yourself comfortable inside the cart.

you know you’re probably far too old to be sitting in the shopping cart as your boyfriend pushes you around. but it’s a little past midnight, and there is no one else around. when you make yourself comfortable and take note of all the content in your cart (your favorite snacks, the spicy curry packets he likes, the same brand of soy sauce you invariably seem to buy), the world around you seems to sparkle a little more.

while you are intrigued about what’s beyond just day-to-day life on earth, you think the world doesn’t seem too bad when ennoshita is here to push you around in your late-night grocery runs, to be the galaxy you want to explore forever.

the long way home (to you)

Home is an abstract concept, but it’s something Koko has always been able to define.

At eight, it was sitting in Seishu’s room and the sound of pencil scribbling on summer homework as the air conditioner hummed through the silence. At eight, it was the sound of his laughter at Seishu pouts about summer homework. At eight, it was Akane with her golden hair and sky-blue eyes as she brings in barley tea and snack cakes. At eight, it was the warmth that blooms in his chest as his heart thunders excitedly and recklessly at the sight of Akane’s pretty smiles and playful teasing.

At eight, it was the sound of fire crackling and tearing through the home he knew.

two hearts, four broken pieces (now we’re unbreakable)

The clock ticks continually as you finish reviewing the club budget for the upcoming school year. As the last rays of the sun begin to dim into a darkening blue, the clock rings loudly, signaling the end of club activities. The other student council members routinely leave by five, and after a quick goodbye and wave, two hours pass by without you knowing. You glance at your watch, and you sigh softly as you see the shorthand reach seven.

There are still numbers that do not add up, but you suppose that has to wait. Getting up to stretch, you automatically head to the keys cabinet to see which keys are still missing. As usual, the keys to the volleyball gym have yet to be returned.

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[3:30 PM] "can i kiss you?" chifuyu blurts out, cheeks redden with each second as he anticipates your answer. he bites the insides of his cheeks as he fumbles with his jacket.

"sure!" you respond with a teasing smile.

[10:58 PM] kazutora has changed a lot throughout the years, you think, as you bring your knees into your chest and rest your head on them. you stare at him and observe the him now. his hair is longer, but he never strays too far from his blond highlights. he’s taller, and his voice is deeper too. but now, sometimes he stares at empty walls and thinks too hard when the ghosts of his past weigh heavy on his mind.

but despite crumbling down, he’s still the same kazutora with soft smiles and a kind heart. he gradually builds himself back up, piece after broken piece, until he feels vaguely whole, worthy again to live. he seeks a forgiveness that’s not yours to give, but you think he’s always been worthy anyway.

sweet like ice cream

“hey, are you busy?”

your hesitant fingers finally press send after writing and rewriting the message, hoping to sound as nonchalant as you could despite your racing heart. you flip your phone over, telling yourself to be cool, be cool, be cool, it’s just a simple text, it doesn’t have to contain meaning.

your screen lights up seconds later, and you rush to unlock your screen. when you see it’s a short “i’m free, just for you! 😉” from oikawa tooru, you can’t fight the forming smile on your face.

when love is found

under neon signs and setting skies, the hot summer winds blow through your hair as you sit on top of your rooftop. the ambient honks of cars and the buzzing chirps of cicadas keep you company as you watch the skyline expand into infinity. the falling sun dimming into twilight blue, city lights setting the skies ablaze, at dusk, you think, time passes by slower.

DJ got us falling in love again

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always, always you

“Hey,” you start, eyes fixated on his as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ears. He's still in his work apron, and you catch the scratch marks on his neck from the stray cat that got tangled in his hair. There is fur all over him, and you’re pretty confident that’s a yakisoba stain he’s trying to hide on his sleeve.

Even then, he is beautiful.

better with you (until it kills me)

You're reasonably sure the only reason he chooses you to pair up with for the Japanese literature project is that you sit next to him, but it surprises you all the same. You don't think you have much of a presence in class, but you don't think you can say the same about your new partner, Baji Keisuke.

His slicked-back ponytail and thick frames make his presence seem extremely studious, but there's something about his bruised knuckles and his fierce aura that makes him feel wild. You've noticed him hang out with the school delinquent on multiple occasions. You also think you've seen him laugh wildly as he beats up some of the local thugs who crowded around the said delinquent he's friends with.

He isn't who you expect him to be at first glance, and that intrigues you more than you like to admit. You're too nervous to openly ask, so you settle for stealing glances at him from the corner of your eyes.

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[2:41 AM] your eyes snap open as the images in your head played. cold, cold, so so cold you can almost still feel the ghostly touch of death on your fingertips. you turn to your side you hear baji's soft breaths as he lays beside you. with each breath he takes, it calms your erratic heart. 

in the dark, you can barely make out his features, but you've long memorized the contours of his face and the free fall of his hair. just to make sure, you think to yourself, your fingers make its way to his face, hand resting on his cheek and thumb gently brushing over his newly patched up bruise. 

he's here. he's breathing. he's alive.

his face twitches before your movement halts, and you think for a moment you woke him. he mumbles some incoherent words under his breath before he drapes an arm around you and the rhythmic sound of his breathing returns. 

as you press yourself onto his body, palms on over his chest to feel the rise and fall of his body, to feel the beat of his heart, your lips begin to quiver. the nightmare comes back to haunt you as you close your eyes. in another world, in another reality, you've felt yourself pressing your palms against the very same body. but he's unmoving there, cold, rigid, dead. it feels so real, so so real that it scares you that could be your reality now. 

you feel the shift in his body as your tears fall, arms wrapped around yours as he nuzzles into your hair. 

"what's wrong?" he asks, voice groggy, as he gently rakes his fingers through your hair.

"mm, bad dream," you tell him as you snuggle impossibly close to him, breathing in his scent that you associate with home. 

"wanna talk about it?" he presses a soft kiss on your forehead. 

for someone so chaotic and rough around the edges, he's unbelievably soft with you. 

"no," you tell him as you respond with a soft kiss on his jaw. the heartbreak in your nightmare feels too real, but his warmth, his touch grounds you. "you're here."

you can almost see his brows furrow in confusion, but he just nods and reassures you. "i'm here," he repeats softly as he leans further into you.

the small space in between disappears alongside your nightmare as your bodies press together. the sound of your heartbeats sync in unison and love blankets the room under tender gazes and comforting touches in the dark. 

he presses another soft kiss on your forehead as he falls back asleep. you stay awake just a little bit longer, still staring at him, ears keen on the sound of his breathing and body sensitive to the warmth of his body and rise and fall of his chest.

"thank you for being alive," you mutter inaudibly as his presence lulls you back to sleep. 

[3:04 AM] you’re not even sure when the door opened, but it brings you back to reality when the end of kenma’s hoodie sleeve wipes the tears on your face. he doesn’t ask any questions, but in between sobs and swollen eyes, you can see the concern in his golden eyes. he stays beside you, wiping your tears in silence, and his warmth calms you down to where your sobs become quiet hiccups.

“what’s wrong?” he finally asks, worried eyes locking with yours and gentle hands caressing your cheek. it sends a twinge to his heart seeing your red eyes and quivering lips.

you blink back tears and sniffle lightly before you stare at him blankly, mouth opening and closing because you don’t really know how to explain this. it’s a little embarrassing when you think about it now that kenma’s presence grounds you.