He leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery.
He will never remember. Not now, not ever.
What they were will now forever be forgotten.
"You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou."
- Part 2 of the things that stayed and did not stay
Bookmarked by sunshine_hobihobi
25 Jun 2016
The most heart wrenching fic there is