_(:з ゝ∠)_
“You draw?”
“I draw, sometimes.”
“Oh yeah? So how about—”
“Well, not well.”
“Oh.”
i look at you and all i can see are two people.
one,
the person who used to love me.
two,
the person who will never love me again.
why is it that you can make me cry out of happiness and cry out of sadness at the same time? it’s a mix of emotions that i don’t understand. you’re the only person that can give them to me and i wouldn’t trade them for the world
Hinata, on the outside, may seem as if he can be stiff and, well, easily irritated, but you know that’s not always the truth. No, Hinata is silly, and you’ve experienced it all of those times he’s tried to cheer you up. You smile at the thought; he truly is wonderful. Of course, the attempts never actually work (no, no one could convince you that you’re not a piece of trash— after all, it’s better to be truthful with oneself), but you appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. You also can’t help but feel happy that you’re the only one who gets to see this side of Hinata— this side of your Hinata-kun.
TITLE: the homos are in
CHARACTERS: hinata hajime, nanami chiaki
RATING: probably PG, but let’s see how this goes.
WORDS: 1348
SUMMARY: ”She cups her hands close to her face, blowing into them as if for warmth, although really, she already has mittens on, so it isn’t very necessary. ”
A/N: trying to get out of the second person habit. request by angel!
The sound of the door reluctantly scraping across the slushy front porch is loud enough for anyone around to hear, but it isn’t as if there’s anyone out there except for one person. One person who, in Hajime’s opinion, has been outside for far too long.
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