[ hair damp, skin cold, choso still curls up around yuji as tight as he dares, a fetal curl with arms looping around the boy’s shoulders and head to hold him in close. it’s only been a few hours at most. it feels like days. like years stretched out, one agonized heartbeat after the other. ]
I understand. When is it acceptable?
[ he asks, cheek against the top of yuji’s head, sighing long and deep in this naked relief. ]
no subject
I understand. When is it acceptable?
[ he asks, cheek against the top of yuji’s head, sighing long and deep in this naked relief. ]