" And so here he was, leaning against the toilet bowl, his knees limp yet heavy on either side of his waist, pulling him down to the cold tile floor."
Or: Kageyama has an eating disorder and the last person he expects to help is Tsukishima Kei
It's senior year, 1995 and Marco Bodt has never had a real friend.
A complete loser.
A record collector.
An honors graduate.
Jean Kirschtein is a no-good punk kid who just wants to have a little fun.
A reckless boy.
A novice guitare player.
A lost cause.
Their friendship is like forcing two magnets together, but... somehow, it just works.
“Fuck off,” mumbled Tsukishima, but he didn't seem to have the drive to actually push him away. The bottle hung limply from his hands and his eyes were half-closed as if it were too much of a hassle to keep the lids up. “You stink of booze.”
“So do you! You hippopotamus!”
Tsukishima snorted. “Are you trying to call me a hypocrite?”
“That's what I said, isn't it?”
“I really can't tell if that's the alcohol or just your stupidity.”
Bookmarked by kydkry
29 Nov 2015