Below Our Feet ch. 5Below Our Feet ch. 5 by Lozey
Misaki stared down at the papers in his hand, his heart thumping painfully against his chest in a wild panic.
Page after Page of fantasies written down of him and Akihiko. Misaki's hands started to tremble and his breath hitched. Misaki didn't know how to react, what to do. Should he yell? Keep cleaning? Go home like nothing happened? Like he hadn't just stumbled across some sick fantasy that Akihiko had where he and Misaki were in a sexual relationship?
He blinked several times, his mouth dry, his mind racing, his body numb. He looked around the room, stuck in this one spot. Of course, Misaki wouldn't actually call these stories sick. It wasn't like he didn't have dreams like this himself. But he ignored them, kept them to himself. What else could he do?
Thats when he heard a glass shattering, the gasp of shock. Misaki wheeled around, terrified.
Akihiko stood in the door way, staring mortified at the papers in Misaki's hands. The tea he had brought Misaki was spilled and broken on the
Below Our Feet ch. 4Below Our Feet ch. 4 by Lozey
The day was a warm one, Misaki could tell. It was only morning, and the sun had barely risen over the mountain tops, but the air around him was nice and cool. Akihiko was still asleep in the house and Misaki was outside, just releshing in the day before it officially started. He looked up at the golden, pink sky, and smiled. He was happy, and he didn't know why in particular. Maybe it was just the promise of a good day, or a good week, heaven knows he's in need of one of those, and his mind drifted soon after and before he knew it, the sun was shining down on him, warming his exposed skin. Misaki leaned up against his small house, feeling the stone texture through his cloak. He decided that now was a good time to wake his friend up and send him on his way home so he could get on with his own chores. He pushed himself forward, stumbling a bit, before rounding around the corner and entering the home, slowly dragging his boots off his feet.
He listened to the echo of his foot steps while
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