#composerharuki

[kenkanooujisama]

/ asks on the behalf of haruki

8th ask; To own me for three days

"This shouldn't be dangerous."

[kenkanooujisama]

down in the dirt,  with your blood on my hands I blacked out,

but now I do understand.

[kenkanooujisama]

It had been a long day, and as soon as the bell rang, Ryuuya took his document holder and walked outside the classroom, giving the students a small wave to dismiss himself. 

As tired as he was, his only concern was the fact that Jinguji skipped class; it wouldn't have been unusual, if only he hadn't slept at the teacher's place the previous night, and he was sure the student had left. So... his absence wasn't really justified, not at all. 

Small hints of concern showed onto his features, as he quickly searched for his room's keys once in front of it. 

What was showed to him that day... was to never be forgotten. 

[kenkanooujisama]

“Ryuuya..” Soft whisper as he curled against the older mans back atop his covers. The dead of night, and dreams of dying had woke him from slumber, ironically. Seeking the comfort of company even if other didn’t stir. “I had a horrible dream… About the accident again…” Rambling to himself. To nobody. To Ryuuya. 

"Say..." 

His tone of voice softened, allowing the blonde into his arms and tightening the grip he had on him.  "How come we're always having the same dream...?" 

The man slightly closed his eyes, sighing quietly. The night had only just started.