some days i just need to spend some time with them.

[bookshop]

"Hey, Touya," Hikaru says one day. He's sitting by the window in early winter, looking outside. It's cool, but not cold; the air is grey but not dark enough to be depressing. There's a strange sort of freedom, he thinks, that lingers in the air on days like these, days when Akira wraps his scarf around his neck, but hesitates and stuffs his gloves

Comments

[raucousraven]

Siiiiigh. This is like Genmaicha on a cold day: astringent, calmly beautiful, clarity-bringing, with the quiet weight of home and warmth to anchor it to earth. (My mother used to drink this when I was very young; it always makes me think of her.)

[bookshop]

Thank you so much for reading and for sharing this memory of your mother with me. I am so touched that anything I might have written made you think of her. <3 Thank you.

[raucousraven]

I just reread this, simply because I could, and because winter is bearing down on us but that's okay. That light Hikaru notices? It's what I love about the shortening days, too.

And now, some TEA.

[themadfish]

I don't have any words to truely express how much I love this little fic.

[bookshop]

♥♥♥ thank you so much!

[everysecondtues]

;____________;

This is amazingly beautiful and absolutely perfect to read today.

[bookshop]

Thank you. <3

[penguin474]

Oh, how beautiful. Lovely and soft and reflective.
♥

[bookshop]

*hug hug hug* thank you as always for reading and for commenting and for being a friend. ♥

[amanuensis1]

*melts* I so needed some time with these boys today, and I needed to hear about them from you. Thank you. &hearts

[bookshop]

ahhh so sorry for the late reply, but thank you.