He leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery. He will never remember. Not now, not ever. What they were will now forever be forgotten. "You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou." This is not mine! Tbh I'm a horrible author. I just want to share the book daisuga from ao3 wrote
AL CREDIT GOES TO : izayes angst with happy ending "sorry, it's just... you've been amazingly kind to me these past few days. ...but i'm still not sure who you are." oikawa tooru's handed a beige invitation, gold lettering decorating the edges and words that make his heart drop as his gaze lift. he's sitting in a hosp...
------------ "You have three minutes before I shut the window on your face," I won't actually, probably. It depends on why he decided to wake me up. "Okay, okay. What if we ran away?" The second those words leave his mouth his previously whiney expression turns smug, like this is the best thing he ever came up with...
This story is NOT mine You can find the original story on AO3 2023 update: why would i do this💀
[completed] Summary: "The gun feels heavy in his hands but it was nothing compared to the heavy burden of having to shoot the person you love most." Semi and Shirabu have been together since moment Shirabu is accepted into the Shiratorizawa group of survivors. What happens if after nine years of being together one of...
