shinonomes + hurt/comfort;
Ena's cries are blaring. It isn't as blaring as the thunder outside, but it's loud and long enough worth years of their damaged relationship.
Ena's cries are blaring. It isn't as blaring as the thunder outside, but it's loud and long enough worth years of their damaged relationship.
Dengan tangan berpangku di dagu, Akashi menatapmu yang tengah memakan churros dengan lahap. Kau makan dengan senyum begitu lebar, membuat Akashi memoles senyum penuh afeksi.
Vyn Richter selalu wangi.
“Tuan Wing, ini kopi yang kau minta-”
“Saori.”
“Hm?” Saori turned her head. “What is it, Rika?”
[22.06.2021]
Dear Izanami Hifumi,
[1]
musim dingin adalah musim favorit ichiro. bermain salju, membuat boneka salju, bahkan membiarkan serpihan salju meleleh pada telapak tangannya yang kecil—ichiro menyukainya.
“Miyu-san, I love you.”
It felt like an eternity when Miyu merely stood there, looking back at her with an unreadable yet the same blinding gaze. Miyu, whose eyes hold the stars and moon within. Miyu, who stole her heart and kept it for years.
“I thought I was the disgusting one. But maybe, you’re the disgusting one instead, Izanami-san.”
It felt like stabbing a knife through someone’s chest, piercing the beating heart, until the blood splattered out, painting the white ground red. Yet at the same time, it felt like he was the one being stabbed on the chest too, his fingers gripping against the handle tight as the tip buried against his skin.
Gentaro woke up with cold sweat streaming down his face. His whole body trembling with fear, and his heart beating so quick it was almost as if it could jump out from its cage.