Kuroko is very gentle, with soft hands that don’t wander and careful glances that paint his eyes. He had never shown affection in this way to anyone, but he made it his utmost priority to make sure that you were comfortable. He wanted to be respectful and considerate of your wishes. You were friends who got caught up in the moment, your true feelings now spilling across the gym floor.

— in the morning

Shigeo looked at his calendar, a sigh bubbling at the pit of his throat as he slowly rubbed at his eyes.

Today was Monday.

The start of the week, which is presumably the most productive time one could be, well, at least he thought so. You on the other hand did not share the same values as Shigeo, making his life a hell of a lot more difficult than he’d like to admit.

You and Feitan truly had differing tastes in literature.

Where he indulged in the goriest, adult-rated, and most complex syntax-written novels that even made him squint with apprehension sometimes.

And then there was you, creating books alike Dr. Suess's.

He didn’t understand what was so interesting to you about grade school stories, but he did appreciate your dedication to the craft. He liked how sometimes you’d volunteer at the shelters or shacks that they would call a "school" in Meteor city, and how you would read the books you had spent all night creating to the children dropped off there. And because libraries and supplies were a luxury in the glooming town,  you took it upon yourself to donate your books just so that the students would have something to call their own. He thought that your philanthropy was very admirable, and a part of him wishes that he had someone like you when he was that age, too.

Feitan had read your books many times, though, unbeknownst to you. He liked to sneak into your office, swiping one of the books left on your desk and skimming through it before you could wake up and catch him. He thinks they’re a little cheesy, especially since you always have lessons tangled somewhere between the storyline. Feitan dramatically rolls his eyes as the main character emphasizes the "power of friendship" or how "honesty is the best policy" – it was very, very lame to him.

On more than one occasion, you've asked Feitan to be your illustrator since he was a self-proclaimed artist in his free time. He declined your offer many times, saying he had better things to do than to draw a cookie or a rainbow, but he would always cave. He likes drawing the characters and page background in his own style, but in a more realistic manner rather than the typical childish way. You’re not complaining, though. Truthfully, you think his art is quite cool.

Weirdly enough, Feitan can be caring toward you. He listens to you and supports you as you go through a period of writer's block or procrastination, and he makes sure to carry you back to bed when you’ve fallen asleep mid pen stroke. 

He’s always there whenever you reach milestones. When you first got published he was there and caught you with open arms as you jumped at him in excitement. He was there when you read your first story to a crowd, smiling discreetly at the thumbs-up you sent him before flipping the page. And he was there when you had your first book signing, making sure to be first in line.

And since you've started making stories, if he’s ever wandering around in a bookstore, he makes sure to buy your book if his eyes come across one. Not to read it or anything, but he gets it because he’s proud of you.

Thank you and yes i am! 😊