cold comforts

by bloodletter



Summary

Tsukishima knew if he didn't look now, he never would, so he steeled himself. “If you want to show me, then show me, sir.”

Tsurumi kept one hand on Tsukishima’s shoulder and pulled away the headplate with the other, setting it down on the bedside table.

Notes


Imported from Archive of Our Own. Original work id: 16404578.