le pegaban de chiquito por eso es fan de tendou y tsukishima
Kuroo is not doing well. His friend, his /best fucking friend/ Kenma is gone. The man lays on Kenma’s unmade bed, Bokuto sat at the foot of it and Akaashi was speaking into the phone, pacing. Tsukishima was messing with his phone, leaning near the door. Daichi was looking around with Suga.
——— ✧ ships ✧ ——— krtk bakt tkkg tkhn aktk ivantill wangxian tsukishima x me
——— ✧ ships ✧ ——— krtk bakt tkkg tkhn aktk ivantill wangxian tsukishima x me
what he wanted, the ending of everything he had started. he smiles solemnly, still staring at kuroo’s back which is even further away. /he’s never gonna come back, is he/ what they had before is something that would never come back, tsukishima should tear his eyes away but he can’t-
erasing their last steps. he stops, to stare at the back of the man accompanying him; who’s still walking along the coast. who continues pacing further and further from him and has yet to look back and tsukishima knows, that it’s finally over and he should feel free. he should be happy, this was-
