It’s a beautiful day.

That is Tegoshi’s first thought when he skips out of his apartment building, flashing a smile to anybody he recognizes, which is basically everybody. Social butterfly, Ryo always likes to call him, and just thinking about the older man brings another brilliant smile to Tegoshi’s face.

“Yuya.” Lost in his own world, ( Read more... )

1. Poem

“Here, I wrote this for you, Ryo-chan!” Pi hands me a folded slip of paper.

Wondering what stupidity he has come up with this time, I open it, squinting my eyes to read the messy scribbles.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I know I can’t rhyme,

But Ryo-chan,

I love you.

I raise my eyes from the paper to Pi’s lighted up ( Read more... )