Jul 2
Atsushi leans down, hovering at the edge of the bathtub, hand extended, fingertips brushing against Akutagawa's jawline and gently guiding him to look up. The glow of the halogen lightbulb feels as if it's burning his eyes. Its light settles on the whites of Atsushi's hair, making them look like a halo around his hair. And maybe Akutagawa's mind is still too groggy from the blood loss because it feels all too fitting.
my @sskkbigbang '26 illustration for metal's gorgeous gorgeous fic "the sickness unto death, and then..." which you can read here. a true and angsty delight 💕
