I love comfortable ships. I love ships that feel like pulling the sleeves of a sweater over your knuckles. I love ships that feel like they’ve been destined to happen, like everyone has been passing the time to get to that point. I love the build slow and the looks soft and the smiles warm.
I’ve had enough aggression in my life. I’ve had enough shouting matches and pushing and love that burns a person to ash or leaves them completely empty in the wake of it. I’ve had enough pain in my lifetime when it comes to love.
I don’t want a battle; I want to feel like I’m coming home.
i want to mention that makoto won the fucking muscles contest
and haru was pretty proud of it
and he was very fast in answering it.