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

[insane_onna]

It's the quiet details slipped into the flow of the story that makes this fic sparkle. There is a soft, weighty feeling to the whole conversation. It really reminded me of snow falling outside the window (kind of feeling?). Er. Just wanted to say: it's wonderful. *beams*

[bookshop]

what lovely feedback. thank you and i'm so happy you enjoyed it. :)

[anonymous]

Oh! This is a good one.

[anonymous]

Sorry for the late reply. This is a message from me in 2010. That was a bit ago, so there are likely to be some distortions content wise. I was here, but my response wasn't ready. Thanks for leaving this open for me and my colleagues, the spam bots, to poke around in.

As for the post, I care about Hikago and this fic makes me care about it more, thanks.