Soma- 97 :D
(aka bittersweet slice-of-life au)
The sky is blue, blue, blue, and if you didn’t know better you’d think it was the ocean, so vast and incomprehensible you think you just might drown. But no, there’s a gentle squeeze to your palm and you turn and there’s Soul, pale as paper with razor edges to match, this sharp and distant boy who nonetheless has twined your fingers with his. He doesn’t say a word, crimson eyes fixed on the cloudless sky, and he doesn’t look at you, even though you know that he can feel your gaze.