tear me to pieces (skin and bone)
matchablossom; m; 1776w; angst with happy ending; pre-canon; kojiro pov
They’re friends. Or at least, an approximation of friends. The kind of friends who’ve known each other since they were fighting in a playground covered in sand, the kind of friends who spent childhood joined at the hip, the kind of friends who have kept barely any secrets from each other for most of their lives.
The kind of friends who fuck every now and then, even if it comes at a cost Kaoru doesn’t know about — of almost breaking Kojiro’s heart.















