ANHlittleinsane

okkotsu yuuta is for the off-putting little gay kids in love with their best friend and neither of you knew the words to say it at the time or had the maturity to name these feelings so we existed in pools of strange pure love and maybe true love is love that cannot be labelled or named. is this romantic, is this platonic, is this familial? or is this just a promise of souls, between two small, untouched and uncorrupted beings on the verge of being ripped apart. and when they separate us, and time takes its tole, the promises will remain, because they are forged of a metal that one cannot speak of nor touch, and it will brand our hearts until we forget each other's names and faces