i can't believe that's a sentence i wrote and this is a tag im writing
but no, truly, it is fanfiction. see, leo had a tendency to settle into a daze when it came to whatever he was writing; here, it hadn't started as such, but there's the never-kicked habit of a song speaking through him through work that he should've been doing. he shoved the latter for the former and then, in drawing inspiration for that distracting song, he found tsukasa.
rather, images of tsukasa. all of them so quick but vibrant, and the sheer variety of them all leads him to jot them down as they come, remembering each and every single strand of inspiration and emotion that came bundled with every scenario. it's work turned to a musical score turned to dirty fanfiction. that's a very apt summary of what leo's working on on their desk, really.
tsukasa walking in on this isn't in the manuscript.
and, honestly, it does take a while for the boo to settle.
when it does, he straightens very suddenly, his pen creating a sudden, harsh line at the end of a sentence containing the words (when tsukasa kisses a certain spot: a jolt, a spark). ]
Woah—!
[ he gasps that out, and then cranes his head back slightly to see this friggin' intruder.
this is when the shame settles at having been caught writing some kind of lewd phrases of someone you're dating, right
nope. he's just moving a hand up to touch tsukasa's cheek softly. ]
—When'd you... You're getting way too sneaky, huh? [ wait, can't forget this one: ] Welcome home!
god has abandoned.... us...........
i can't believe that's a sentence i wrote and this is a tag im writingbut no, truly, it is fanfiction. see, leo had a tendency to settle into a daze when it came to whatever he was writing; here, it hadn't started as such, but there's the never-kicked habit of a song speaking through him through work that he should've been doing. he shoved the latter for the former and then, in drawing inspiration for that distracting song, he found tsukasa.
rather, images of tsukasa. all of them so quick but vibrant, and the sheer variety of them all leads him to jot them down as they come, remembering each and every single strand of inspiration and emotion that came bundled with every scenario. it's work turned to a musical score turned to dirty fanfiction. that's a very apt summary of what leo's working on on their desk, really.
tsukasa walking in on this isn't in the manuscript.
and, honestly, it does take a while for the boo to settle.
when it does, he straightens very suddenly, his pen creating a sudden, harsh line at the end of a sentence containing the words (when tsukasa kisses a certain spot: a jolt, a spark). ]
Woah—!
[ he gasps that out, and then cranes his head back slightly to see this friggin' intruder.
this is when the shame settles at having been caught writing some kind of lewd phrases of someone you're dating, right
nope. he's just moving a hand up to touch tsukasa's cheek softly. ]
—When'd you... You're getting way too sneaky, huh? [ wait, can't forget this one: ] Welcome home!