Literature
Kind Future [Oikawa Tooru x Reader]
Your head was leaning against the backboard of your bed, your ears attuned to the rushing noises of the cars on the street nearby. If you close your eyes, you could imagine yourself sitting in the middle of the road, staring up at the traffic light as it switched from red, to green, to yellow, and back to red again. An endless, repetitive, predictable cycle that gave you a sense of security.
You sigh and clunk your head against the headboard. You did it again, this time hard enough to leave a little bruise—a tender spot that you knew would be sore when you touched it later. But at least the temporary pain would distract you
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