[team two] untitled
I forgot what day it is but forgive the drabble.
The smoulder of an old flame reigniting grows into an even bigger blaze, as they move toward each other. Hokuto, in particular, feels like a moth drawn into Yasui's flame, seeking out the warmth and the light that Yasui has always seemed naturally blessed with.
And Yasui allows him, arms wide open to beckon Hokuto into a welcoming embrace. "I'm glad you could make it tonight," he whispers into Hokuto's neck where he could barely reach past, even with the autumn-enhanced soles of his shoes giving him a boost. But he sees and feels the intented effect, Hokuto shivering visibly at his words, and Yasui smiles to himself.
"I'm always happy to see you, Yassan," Hokuto whispers back, going back into old nicknames and old habits. He slips his arms out of the hug and slides one into Yasui's waist, ready for a night spent in his company. "Shall we go?"
We don't have a 7order (formerly Love-tune) tag? Because Yasui isn't exactly a "junior" anymore. 🥺
The smoulder of an old flame reigniting grows into an even bigger blaze, as they move toward each other. Hokuto, in particular, feels like a moth drawn into Yasui's flame, seeking out the warmth and the light that Yasui has always seemed naturally blessed with.
And Yasui allows him, arms wide open to beckon Hokuto into a welcoming embrace. "I'm glad you could make it tonight," he whispers into Hokuto's neck where he could barely reach past, even with the autumn-enhanced soles of his shoes giving him a boost. But he sees and feels the intented effect, Hokuto shivering visibly at his words, and Yasui smiles to himself.
"I'm always happy to see you, Yassan," Hokuto whispers back, going back into old nicknames and old habits. He slips his arms out of the hug and slides one into Yasui's waist, ready for a night spent in his company. "Shall we go?"
We don't have a 7order (formerly Love-tune) tag? Because Yasui isn't exactly a "junior" anymore. 🥺