#literally i wrote this sunday night (australian timezone) and am posting this monday morning. genuinely the last thing i wrote

[jichanxo]

sunday six!

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the last thing i wrote is in first draft territory and in desperate need of revision so i'm a bit self conscious, but i'll post the most presentable snippet from it. this is from the same fic as this post (my canon divergence fic with arakawa, sawashiro and ichiban). this one implies a bit more about Sawashiro's background that's discussed in IW but there are no major spoilers, so read at your own discretion, I suppose?

“Do you know for sure?” 

“Totally abandoned by his parents, and left to grow up in a brothel. It’s not exactly a common story.” 

“I suppose not.” Arakawa conceded. “How long have you known about the boy?” 

Arakawa held his eyes, and Sawashiro’s tongue grew heavy in his mouth. He’d known too much, for too long. “…A while.” 

Something passed in Arakawa’s gaze, something harsh. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was judgment. “I don’t need the exact day, Sawashiro, but when I ask when, I expect a better answer than that.” 

He opened his mouth, feeling for better words. “Years. A short while after joining the family. When he was a younger boy.” 

Arakawa holds the stare a moment longer, then sighs and puts his head in his hands, stubs out what little remains of this cigarette. “And now it’s a problem.” 

His brows furrow. “Now it’s a problem.”