let your guard down for even a second and you'll be devoured whole, bones and all.
atsumu runs his teeth along the grooves of sakusa's absence, then his words. he feels sick with hunger and positively gutted—clean like an ayu sweetfish.
outside, the sun continues to burn.
i have very high standards when it comes to what i share on ao3 (three drafts minimum) but i need to get back into fic writing and perhaps i ought to give myself more wiggle room to post less than perfect things there !
the idea for this thread fic came to me as i was falling asleep one night and i just knew i had to pursue it…. it is so long that perhaps it will even become a real fic one day ….