.:Meaningless Sketches:.
Math, Language, Science, History textbooks littered with rough sketches and meaningless doodles.
We've all done it. We've all wasted time doing so.
This just so happens to be quite the habit for Kozume Kenma,
Space ships, lyrics written in bubble writing, a gallery, the history of a single pen.
Until one day a drawing means something, a person, a person with an expert smirk. A person who really doesn't know how to use a hairbrush.
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A short fluff-shot by Tetsurou_Kuroo
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(I'm aware that I misspelled my surname as "Teturou" I accidentally forgot to press one S key and now I can't change it, sorry if this means anything to anyone, which it probably doesn't.)
Twelve people. Four elements. One person's desire to break free. Everything had been constructed carefully for the future generation - threads woven to create a basket of safety and peace. A blanket thrown over the top to hide the horrors of the outside world. Until he found a tear in the blanket and broke free.