why don't we just pretend
“It’s the perfect arrangement,” Kise beams, clinging on to Akashi's arm. “Come on, Akashicchi. You’re in love with Midorimacchi, I’m in love with Aominecchi, and neither of them give a shit about us. We might as well help each other get over them.”
- Part 1 of why don't we just pretend
Akashi’s phone is pressed to his ear, fingers drumming rhythmically on the table. It’s been ten minutes since he’d first picked up the phone, and he’d moved from where they’d been cuddling on the bed to sitting at the desk jotting down inscrutable notes in his moleskin notebook. It’s been their first mutual day off from work in a long while, and Kise had intended to make good use of it, but, well.
- Part 2 of why don't we just pretend