An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
“Something wrong Sawamura-kun?” their voice was sickly sweet and teasing and just as fake as the smile it was paired with. Like honey laced with lead, sweet and poisonous. He hated when they did these tactics, tried to pass off that they're perfectly fine when they're far from it. But, he also understood why they did it. He just wishes they didn't feel the need to use them on him.
“Cut the bullshit Tooru,” he straightened against the back of the couch, let his arm drop to the armrest as he glared at them, hoping that the 'tough love' routine wouldn't cause them to clam up on him. He wanted them to open up not push him away. Unfortunately, it was difficult to find the balance between supporting them and pushing them out of their comfort zone.
