#kenjimina

What if we met when we were younger?

What if I had to walk in your shoes?

What if I was given a second chance to stand by your side?

What if we weren't quite the same people?

What if you were my home and I was yours?

What if we reunited, for as long as you're allowed?

What if I wanted to love you more than anyone else?

Happy two years of fics and art to these guys, they're not leaving my mind any time soon

I can't kiss the sun, but you're just as good in my eyes

Base by @ohluccian

Friends? Friends...

Summary:

Makoto wasn’t fast enough in packing up; by the time he stood that boy was walking out the door, too far for him to shout without drawing everyone’s eye. He trotted to catch up, but getting closer revealed the same group laughing and surrounding him, making a wall that might as well have been physical for how effortlessly it kept Makoto back.

Still he trailed after them, knowing if he gave up after the first try he’d hear the speech from his dad again, how anything worth doing isn’t easy. He hiked his bag higher on his shoulders, keeping pace. Maybe they’d separate somewhere along the way and he’d get a moment alone? He had to try.

[ SquidgeWorld Mirror ]