n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night-an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future-that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can s...
it's too sunny today. i need you, some blankets and a storm. - atticus
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i wrapped my arms around tendou's shoulders, smiling as i pulled him into a hug. i pulled away from the hug, and tendou looked at me sappily. in that moment nothing looked squishier then his cheeks.
"satori," i quietly speak, my hand reaching up towards his cheek. it rests there, and he nervously moves his head. "your cheeks look so squishy."
and then i squished them. i could see the annoyed look in his face, but i didn't care, not when i had just found out that his cheeks were indeed squishy.
"they are!" i quickly say, squishing it again. "why didn't you tell me?"
"because," he groaned, frowning slightly. "you'll be squishing my cheeks all day!"
