Akira
I had anticipated many things and collected so much determination and confidence to face him.
But what I hadn't expected for him to be already asleep.
Christ!
There he is, on the side of my bed in a very uncommonly and uncomfortable condition. Both of his legs and bruised hand are hanging down, neck is turned in weird angle beside it is his other hand. If he carries on sleeping like this, I'm sure he will be extremely sore by morning.
Beside he looks like a baby while sleeping.
Oh that he does. He is most definitely resembling a baby that he is not, by looking all cute and hot at the same time.
Damn him!
A phone vibrates somewhere from bed breaking my thought, I carefully search for it not wanting to wake him up. I want to tend his knuckles while he's sleeping. Without his c
