[ Is he lucky? He never feels that way, fighting tooth and nail for his opportunities and carving his own path in the way he knows how, stubborn, messy, just a little desperate in the way he reaches up and cups Komaeda's face with one hand and brushes the pad of his thumb over that smile— look at him.
He breathes out a sigh, gaze softening, corners of his mouth lifting.
Unbelievably lucky. ]
...I must be, to have made it this far. And you must be, to have let me.
cw: komaeda
He breathes out a sigh, gaze softening, corners of his mouth lifting.
Unbelievably lucky. ]
...I must be, to have made it this far. And you must be, to have let me.