The afternoon sun is bright and warm on Tetsurou's face as he holds his mother's hand and carefully toddles over the rocks. They're uneven, some of them big and flat but others moving when he steps on them, but his mother doesn't let him fall.
Tetsurou doesn't know what he expects to find at the end of the breakwater, but it's a bit boring. There's a couple sitting at the end where the rocks slope off into the sea, and seagulls crying overhead, but it's all a bit underwhelming. His mother points back toward the shore. "Look, Tetsurou, there's our house."
Tetsurou looks. Sure enough, there's their house, the cheerful little mint green house just across the street from the beach. Tetsurou waves at it, wondering if their cat can see him from there. "Mama, look!" he shouts as he looks back down at his feet, chubby hand pointing at the word. "Someone drew a happy face!"
His mother crouches down next to him and guides his hand to trace over the word. Her fingers are warm. "Do you know what that says, Tetsurou?"
Tetsurou screws his face up in concentration before proudly announcing, "Smile!" And he grins toothily up at his mother.
"That's right! Someone wanted to make your day a little brighter. Did it work?"
Tetsurou thinks for a moment. "Yeah, it did!" he exclaims, smiling again, until his cheeks start to hurt.
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on our way to twenty-seven // kuroo x daichi
FanfictionTetsurou is four years old when he first sees writing on the breakwater. He's sixteen when he adds to it for the first time, and twenty-seven when he adds to it for the last time. ~ a story about growing up, about finding yourself, and about finding...
