![]() ![]() It’s off-white, Tsukishima drones in a tone brimming with the universe has it out for me. Oh, and that pesky thing where it won’t stop being August 7th.Įvery morning Tsukishima wakes up at precisely 5:13-two minutes before his alarm and livid for it-then flops onto his back to glare at the ceiling. The weather is viciously humid, the heat unrepentant, the tar gluing the streets of Sendai together sticks to the soles of his shoes if he’s not careful to avoid it. It’s a day stuck in the frustrating valley between signing his V-League contract and getting to play. It’s more that it’s a Tuesday so it’s mediocre by default. ![]() It’s not August 7th in particular that sucks so much, Tsukishima explains, bored and dispassionate with his arms crossed over his chest as he seethes at the coffee maker as if it has, personally, wronged him. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Details
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |