❛ oi. ❜ there’s reluctance bearing from your tone; if there’s anything you despised most in the world it’s the feeling of warmth blossoming from your own chest. ( because what’s a dead boy but a body with no pulse / no blood / no heat? ) but ... there’s no denying that you miss the sun’s kiss, only coming in the form of a maternal kiss; a maternal wrap of the arms ------ something only tooru’d bring to you . you’d never admit your craving for it, but he gives it anyway. / there’s a shy look, keychain plush just the size of one’s palm is thrown across, not bothering to see if he catches it or not---
❛ i got this. for you. ❜ dusky eyes meet anything but his. ❛ i was walking around today and i saw it. it reminded me of you. i was supposed to buy some noodles or whatever but decided otherwise the moment my eye caught it. because--- uh. it’s mother’s day. usually i’d get a card for my mom and do it all handmade, but, you know the circumstances. and-- well, tooru, you ... were the closest figure who acted like her. i hope that doesn’t sound too weird. i hate talking about bullshit like this but i think i’d feel really bad if i didn’t do it. i know i’m a hard bargain to carry and everything---- but. you stayed anyway. and i appreciate that. ❜
❛ so, happy mother’s day, tooru. thank you for everything. ❜ // . * @hisprayer
