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...
she didn't want love she wanted to be loved and that was entirely different. - atticus
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i looked at nishinoya, laughing as my yellow rain boots hit one of the closest puddles. we went out and did this every year, and i had to admit i enjoyed it way too much.
"yū," i laugh, waving him over. he smiles, before walking my way. "there's a big one over there, let's do it together?"
i laugh, and he nods at me happily, i grab his hand and we take off down the street, the pair of us jumping in one of the larger puddles on the side of the street. the water splashes back on us, and we both laugh loudly.
by the end of the day we're both soaked, and i end up spending the night at noya's. before he could stop me i had grabbed one of his hoodies, and a large pair of his workout shorts.
"noya," i whined, plopping on top of him as finding nemo played in the background.
"yes?" he responds, putting extra emphasis on the 's.'
"stomp stomp," i murmur into his ear, two of my fingers poking his chest lightly. "i'm bored."
