Andromeda's son

God, Hajime was beating himself up over this. Well, he can’t be letting that get away so easily. Nuzzling his face against the side of his friend’s face, he tried to drag him inside. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters. How about we binge movies until the sun comes up? Like when we were little kids.”

{ I’m online, mostly lurking however. It’s bee na rough couple days and I’ve just been feeling sick }

He’s going to get three scoops, fuck two. A huff leaves him as he leans his head down slightly to press his cheek against his shoulder, pout deepening. “Thanks...”

Sniffling again, he nodded his head slightly at the prospect of sweets. All he wanted was ice cream now, and he clung to the others arm so he could lead the way. “Yes... want that..”

Is he pouting? Yes, yes he is. How dare the other make him feel better. Call the authorities, call a lawyer. “No...you’re the dumby... dumby...”

How does he just do that? His sniffling subsides and he rubs his nose, shuffling his feet forward until he has his forehead pressed against Hanamaki’s shoulder, huffing a bit. “...dumby...”

"But... they could. I mean, not that I would really blame them. I know I’m a handful.”

He remembered! Hazel hues widen with excitement as he took the present, removing the plastic covering to reveal the pillow covered with one of his favorite things. His smile is beaming as he looks up, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a moment before practically jumping onto his friend in order to hug him tight. “Iwa-chan! I love it, thank you so much!”

“Life is full of your regrets, and I should be one.”

{ Like 75% of my drafts is stuff w/ @makkiro and I’m honestly not complaining }

{ heads up y’all, depression sucks ass }

{ I am here! }

{ I’ll write some things tonight, just like this for a starter when I get off work <3 }

tbh I think this is how all of us should run from our responsibilities 

His mom was still fast asleep so he made sure to stay quiet as possible as he walked down the stairs and opened the front door. “It’s so late, Iwa-chan...” He whined, scratching at his bedhead.