matsuhana
the heat rose up my neck, wrapped fingers over my face. his hair fell around me, and I could smell nothing but him. the grain of his lips seemed to rest a hairsbreadth from mine.
atsukage
it was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. it was enough.
atsuhina
this, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow.
kawashira
the sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin. when he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.
toraken
it was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. it was enough.
bokuroo
I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. my tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom.