there was only two things. a piece of paper, and a black rose. ❝be careful of black roses❞ + | parents guidance is advised. [ but don't read this with your parents that'll just be awkward dhsjsj this is a warning for 'such' contents ]
wrongfully accused bokuto koutarou found himself in front of the judge, pleading innocent to the crimes he didn't commit. pleading innocent to the murders which scared the townspeople to their very bones. his lawyer and his best friend akaashi keiji stepped in to fix the situation and get bokuto out of this mess, litt...
"I don't love you anymore." Lies ~~~ "Did you end it with him?" Akaashi stared blankly at his father. The tears have all dried up, and all that's left were red scars and shattered glass. "Yes," he muttered bypassing his father and running up the stairs into his room. ~~~ Akaashi was being abused at home. Merely a pup...
Whatever Bokuto writes shows up on his soulmates arm. An arm that belongs to Akaashi Keiji. A bokuaka, kuroken, bokuroo fic. Written: 2019-2020 Cover art: @almangods
connections. words. soulmates. a story in which soulmates are connected through skin and bokuto is desperate to find his. ©️hqheaven 2016