For my dearest Princess.

✖It was still very early when he left home ( Read more... )

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Silently Aoi watched people as they go around and about, the corners of his eyes discreetly spying and everyday learning more about the ones they come across. From here he caught things - small things that seemed oh so trivial but quite the contrary, and it made him a little bit perceptive than most people (though not putting that in practice due ( Read more... )

01. Goodbye
Only when there was a squeak from the leather couch did Aoi pull back, searching deep into Uruha’s equally questioning gaze for an answer he wasn’t even sure he’ll find. Too caught up in the moment, too confused, too damn disappointed that the need for oxygen still arose. It wasn’t only their lips that were locked but also their hands - ( Read more... )

Hands clutched tighter on leather straps but ( Read more... )

Ruki stared at his new king-sized bed and smiled; to him, it always looked too big for two people but just enough for three (with a slight cramming together, but that didn’t really matter). It wasn’t very fancy; it just had a nice, clean-looking metallic headboard and a pale yellow scheme, complete with fluffy pillows and a fluffy comforter ( Read more... )

Aoi’s black bed was littered with various score sheets and crumpled paper, and Ruki’s form occupied whatever space was left (which wasn’t much) with his face practically buried on his laptop’s screen. Aoi was the same, except he was sitting down on the floor and using the bed as a table for his machine. Despite Ruki’s obsessive-compulsiveness and ( Read more... )

Uruha was only joking when he said that he usually worked even after midnight. Now he regrets having said so because some people tended to take his words seriously. He’d already forgotten how many times he sighed tonight but he can’t just stand up and risk breaking Aoi’s concentration ( Read more... )

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It wasn't a love written in the stars.

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( “I just like looking at the black sky.” )