❝ —— that was a pretty dumb idea, even for you. ❞
if there was a response to be heard from the shivering and soaked figure sitting underneath his hands, there would be little success in receiving a response to it. half-moon lids would stay their focus --- a once dry towel, growing damper from repetitive contact with dripping locks --- as Matsukawa breathed out a silent sigh ( though not without a crack of fondness for his friend’s antics, because running through a downpour to get home had been satisfying, even if they were both on a fast track to catching a cold ).
@ousams






