My first! ever! non-PoT drabble on this journal. And the third ever done, the other two being Harry Potter and Hanakimi respectively.

She looks at the bandage wrapped around his hand, changed not two hours ago and already browning at the edges from soil and sweat; she thinks of a peeled apple left out in the air to oxidise.

“I used to think you were ( Read more... )

 i.
Some days when Gakuto is feeling particularly mellow he pulls up a chair beside the kitchen door and waits for Oshitari to begin his nightly violin practice. The strains of the melody wail faintly through the gap between the floor and the door; Gakuto always makes sure to close it because he doesn’t want Yuushi to see him caring enough to ( Read more... )