crumpled papers β€’ bokuaka

crumpled papers β€’ bokuaka

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in which akaashi writes one hell of a poem, all out of love. est. july 2017 β€’ kozumelle
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"i don't think i could...ever st-stop waiting for you to come home." akaashi's eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head at nothing in particular, his body wracked by another silent cry and the thunder engulfs them once more, before hiding his face behind the hand that was not holding the box. bokuto lets a breath escape him. he brings up a hand to the top of his knee and traces circles above the fabric of his jeans, choosing his words carefully and watching the box shudder in akaashi's hand. "some things cannot be fixed, keiji. only carried. it's up to you to figure out how to lighten the load." ... or, bokuto is dead, and akaashi is lost.

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