Milk-n-Pork

Sakiyama Youji stood in waiting, leaning against the railings in front of his apartment unit that very much reminded him of the railings at the rooftop of Komanami Private Academy. He shifted awkwardly, uncomfortably, nervously, as his fingers danced about the cold metal of the balcony. He was anxious - so much so that he merely stared at his room's ceiling last night for a whole night that felt like a minute. Dawn had already pierced through the horizon when he came to. And there was but one reason that kept him awake the whole night, wondering and worrying over this and that and everything he was expecting to happen the next day - which w

Happiness, sadness and fear Anger, love and hate Paranoia that someone is near Human feelings are just so great Sometimes, they act as expected Sometimes, they're very surprising Going against what's predicted But that's what makes them amusing They laugh, and suddenly cry They're half-hearted, but later serious They never hesitate to try Acting all mighty and righteous But why must we only observe them If we can manipulate these diverse emotions? We'll mould it into how we want them We'll play with its amusing actions We'll cause friction between two humans Two people who were once good friends With trust, betrayal, and heartbreaks We'll

The morning haze peeked through the curtains, signalling the threshold of daybreak as Yukio's dreams were filled by blinding light. He squinted his viridian eyes awake, and felt the warmth of a little boy latched on his waist tightly. He looked down worriedly. Tetsuo had slowly opened up his relentlessly stubborn heart to him, and... Yukio felt relieved for this. Maybe, he thought, maybe together they could forget the pain Tetsuya had left with them - maybe that was why the late master had left Tetsuya with him. "Yukio." A quiet voice pulled him from his reverie. He looked to the source of the voice and met with grey eyes that peeked throug

Pewds’ POV I’ve never been this happy to have felt the chill of the winter. Racing down the stairs, I let the tears flow down my cheeks, drowning away all the pain for the past years and the shouts of nurses and doctors calling me back to my room. All the aches and injuries had apparently numbed as an overwhelming and swelling sense of relief took over, only to intensify when I had run towards him and crashed against him, sobbing happily. “You sure did miss me, didn’t you?” he joked, brushing my hair lovingly as I relished in the first moment of hearing his voice again after so much time had passed. I pulled