A short story about a boy with a short life that was shared between a thin wall and two pianos. ~ WARNING: - Death - Major character death

Just some cute regression stories for comfort. Safe place of course. WARNING If you comment anything sexual/inappropriate in this book, you will be reported

Akaashi sighed, sitting up. Bokuto looked over and quirked a brow. "Why are you tired?" "Not sure..." Bokuto leaned over and took a deep breath. His eyes widened. "You smell a lot sweeter now. Holy crap." Akaashi shrugged. "Doesn't mean that much." Bokuto put a hand on Akaashi's stomach and Akaashi smiled. "Oh my God." Akaashi laughed quietly. "It was supposed to be a surprise."

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Tendou was everything but normal. He danced and drank like any other college student. But there was something off about him. He was a little special as some people called him but he had the brightest red eyes and the strange interest in a very quiet bartender who just so happened to be just as strange. ~~~~ ⚠ WARNING ⚠ Mentions of: - Small bits of self harm - Ableism - Homophobia - Alcohol - Smoking (cigarettes)