#indiligentia

I just posted a snapchat of my cat on my story and you can see my floor with like stuffed animals and shorts littering it so when I first read this I thought you were talking to me personally but I got confused because I don’t have you on sc

then I got worried like how did u kno my room was messy

r u watching me

and finally I realized this was for the mom meme

What should have been perfect night fell apart when Atobe took a grave defeat from a rival tennis player—one such he had not been mentally prepared for in the least on that day. After all, he’d previously invited his boyfriend of several months over for a ‘celebratory’ movie, and if Shuu was in the right mood, some intimate time. For a little while now either had been hinting about crossing over that hurdle in their relationship, and Atobe wanted tonight to be the night, after a victory, that they would finally do it. But, Atobe never once was in the mood for a slow, sweet loving after a loss. The visions in his head were much more animalistic desires—but no, he didn’t want it to be that way if this was indeed to be their first night. It should be romantic and sensual, the opposite of what Atobe was imagining.

All evening he tried to relax himself for the sake of Shuu's visit. A candle-lit bubble bath with rose petals. A deep tissue massage. A skim-through of one of his favorite plays, Hamlet. All only helped mono rly. Soon enough, it was time for Shuu to arrive. Atobe paced his room impatiently. He’d just have to put their intimacy on hold that night.

Then, Atobe heard a knock on his door. He was here.

indiligentia

The short female tilted her head to the side, the sight before her eyes was quite new, yet exciting. “It’s not every day I stumble upon a handsome guy chained up to the ground.. Hmm.. What got you here?” She questioned standing before the other.

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The confused teen sat in a hospital bed, recollection of the recent event slim. He only remembered the screech of tires and blaring car horns in his ears. Then blackness. The doctor’s told him he’d been in a car accident. He was uninjured except for having slammed his head onto the limo’s window upon impact.

“I’m afraid not. It seems I’ve lost all memory of the past six months or so… I remember most things, thankfully, but it’s just blank when I try to think back the last few months…” He detailed with a sigh. This was awful, all the memories lost, matches, time with friends and family, romantic endeavors, all wiped away. What if he’d fallen in love? The doctors said the damage to his brain had resulted in a fifty-fifty chance of them possibly returning.

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