❝ the fifth day of sleepover ❞

i remember myself

getting out of the bathroom, showered up and all dressed,

then i saw you, with an enthusiastic face you made while laughing softly,

along with the girl that was tagging along with us four days ago.

i remember myself seeing you

lying in your bed with that girl

you laughed at her jokes,

just the way you would laugh at mine.

i still remember the time,

it was 08:39 p.m

i heard you having a serious conversation with her

i could tell because of your quiet and heavy voice

amusing

because you weren't so loud these past few days.

were you trying to impress yourself to her, bokuto?

what a weirdo.

i still remember

your croaky voice springing out from your mouth

i could tell that you were sick at that time

probably because we stayed up until wednesday midnight,

still drinking those cans of beers left from the tuesday night.

i still remember from that tuesday night

when i was about to head up to the stairs, all sleepy and tired

when one of your arms suddenly draped around my shoulders

when you suddenly rested your head on my left shoulder

i still remember,

how your breath felt along my neck

and it was still lacing with alcohol.

god, you were so drunk and sick.

and i could tell you were about to doze yourself off

then you suddenly muttered some words that i could barely hear.

but i could still remember

when you're about to fall asleep in the couch,

you said something.

remember still the words you've said, bokuto?

❝ akaashi, i think i like hayami. i am planning on dating her.❞

a definition of an unusual venusian beauty

i guess that's probably one of the reasons why you liked her.

her face, so bright and cheerful

illuminating everyone with her radiant exterior

the way she moves so gracefully,

she reminded me of the goddess venus

and how her delicate and beauteous laugh matches up to your rough one,

god, you are so perfect together.

i watched you as you peacefully slept

your messy black and silver hair falling in your face in different places

your lips muttering words that i couldn't understand

your chest rising and falling, steady and constant,

like the waves crashing onto the sand.

why couldn't you be mine, bokuto?

i guess it's too late now, isn't it?

probably because

♡

「words start from the "your chest" until to the "onto the sand"

are copied from a tweet of @ angelandaddict,

written five years ago. yes, i am very unoriginal. 」