Just Coffee k. akaashi

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝖺𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝖺𝚍𝚎

𝚢𝗈𝗎 𝚠𝗈𝗎𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝖺𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝖺𝚛𝚎𝚍.

'just coffee' 

that's what i was told.

what else was he supposed to offer me?

i came to him broken. 

and he offered me all that he could.

a warm cup of coffee.

of course, that's not all i had received that day.

it wasn't right of us.

he knew i liked you.

i knew that he knew,

yet 

that didn't stop us

i was hurt

he was like my teddy bear.

although i had always regretted it afterward,

i had been grateful for him.

every time we got together i had forgotten my troubles,

my grievances, 

my baggage,

my pain,

my everything, 

but among it all,

i had forgotten about. . . you.

for the longest time before that one afternoon, i had been on the edge of exploding

you were driving me mad

i never knew what to do or why i felt that way

if it weren't for him 

i would've been a wreck

if it weren't for him

i wouldn't have been able to go on as long as i did.

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. . .𝚒 𝚑𝗈𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝖺𝚗𝚍. . .