He got to touch her.
He got to see her face up close.
He got to hear her steady breathing next to his.
He got to spend a moment with her, in general.
He got to inspect her like some magnificent piece of art in a museum.
And she is a piece of art.
A mosaic, to be exact. Someone who's made up of broken pieces yet beautiful all the same.
He can't believe this happened to him.
"I hate you."
don't be pervy with the first sentence or i'll hit you all with angsty feels. do you want that? i bet you don't.
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Nodoka and The Inevitable | ohshc
FanfictionNodoka Kitagawa's been stuck at sea for as long as she can remember. Paddling and rowing without a clue, without a home to find, she's bound to drown soon enough. But he makes sure that she won't. Amid the harsh waves, Kyouya Ootori finds her and h...
