⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔⠀⠀𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨⠀⠀is⠀⠀ηot ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a⠀⠀𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙄𝙐𝙎⠀⠀༒︎⠀⠀i⠀_⠀sought ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᝯׁomfort.⠀⠀⠀⠀֤ in⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒹efeat.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
9 pm, tokyo metropolitan hospital, vip room 352.
oikawa tōru sits against white cushions, bed raised to a comfortable angle, one leg raised, revealing the bandages on his right knee.
next to him, @sunnyngneer had her head against the
𝒻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝐩̲𝐚̲𝐫̲𝐢̲𝐬̲. retweeted
/ stole this from the tl 😸 beware though i am very annoying about tooru 🫰
𝒻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝐩̲𝐚̲𝐫̲𝐢̲𝐬̲. retweeted
hey, listen to me. we're gonna patch you up, okay? you'll be good as new. i'm gonna take care of you. i've got you. that's my job, right? watch out for my pain—in—the—ass little brother?
there are moments, tōru thinks, that exceeds his vocabulary. a sense of love so full and warm that if he * had to put it into imagery, would be hinata shoyō's face cupped in his hands, arms around one another, sun—kissed cheeks
Replying to @msbyspikes
a smile that feels too big for her face, a smile that kisses along oikawa's jaw just as her hand reaches for one of his, pressing a kiss to his inner wrist, then another to the center of his palm —- those endlessly talented hands hinata cherishes so much.
“ it's your birthday,
tender, kissed with adoration. " i just wanted to see you. "
lips pursed, a warming truth that flowed in his voice. oh, how he's missed this. how he's wanted and wanted and wanted, and now he's got everything that he once
























