( The end )

The night was a little colder than usual. Maybe that was why it stuck in Kazuya’s mind so easily, like icicles hanging in his head. But it wasn’t just the temperature that had made the day so uncomfortable, it was something else.

Every walk home with Ryo was different. It was winter, so darkness had diffused around the suburbs as ( Read more... )

                He sat with his back against a building’s wall; his knees bent 90 degrees between his legs and the floor. His hands curled around his thighs and his fingertips clutched into the tight grey denim of his jeans. On close inspection they seemed to dig painfully through his jeans and deep into his skin, but no one would care to be so ( Read more... )