I didn’t know which title of those two to give this, so take whichever one you will— either way my shinenigans of putting Arin through trauma continues (and I actually really like this one agjhjhhghs)
A slow dance on a quiet morning, hands touching hands to the melody of a jazz tune playing in another room.
He’s the warmth of freshly made patisseries and tuscan golds used as bookmarks. He’s soft stolen glances and confessions pressed to your temple. He’s coming home to a lit chimney and corduroy jackets. He’s freckled shoulders and the sigh after being enveloped into a hug. He’s falling asleep on the sofa and going on walks to the beach and kisses that taste of butter.
♫ bewitched by laufey
(here is satoru's version and here is suguru's version ♡)
I’m sorry but nothing will ever beat Finn’s drive playlist that he made during s3 filming, with songs like Me and Michael, The Basement, Gay Thoughts and No Woman lmaoooo