"if you don't know what you want then this is a waste of time," the pink haired boy spoke coldly. he was sick of feeling confused and hurt. matsukawa's eyes played over his face, analytically. he then leaned in subtly, moving his hand gently over hanamaki's cheek. "so let me waste your time a little longer," {in which matsukawa is a pessimistic artist who's never given love a chance and hanamaki's an optimistic romantic determined to help him realize that love is a beautiful thing} [tw: strong language, mature content and themes, use of/mention of drugs, lowercase intended]
6 parts