romeo being weeaboo trash
long story short i was playing around with a few words and it turned into a fic and now it’s half past 6 in the morning
Word count: 848
Summary: Togami wrinkles his nose. He’s so… ordinary.
The sunlight crawls through the curtains like a spider on its web, so naturally, almost predatory, and Togami squeezes his eyelids tightly shut. It’s too early. He’d been up late last night, they both had, and yet the sun still had the audacity to rise before he was fully rested. In his half-conscious state, Togami’s sure that the sun is taunting him. With all his power, he could never stop the sun from rising. It’s aggravating.
i accidentally unfollowed michael im laughing my phone hecked up
what do you mean accidentally
L IKE AND REBLOG FOR ISA SNOWLITA TO PUT A SKULL TATTOO ON HER BUTT