a thick layer of a salty moist lays upon the not so smooth forehead of hajime hinata. the liquid cools slowly as it sits there longer, so as when the callous hand reaches up to wipe it off, it cold and endless on his hand. even when his hand rests back to his side, the moisture quickly builds back up; this thick build up leads to masses forming to droplets, and smoothly sliding down the creases of his nose. it now is covering the entirety of his face thickly, and he feels the itching feeling of droplets falling down his back.
"hajime, i think you need to go inside-"
"IT'S FINE. I'M FINE. SHUT UP IT'S NOT T H A T BAD, K O M A E D A."
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sweat.
Fanfictionhey this is a crackfic and also this contains spoilers for the games ~~ one day komeeda was chomping on a table when jahime stepped in, a clear and shiny sheen of sweat covering his face, to confront him about this. ~~ credit to ferociousfirefreckl...
