It started before they’d even joined the third division, when Aoi was still attending the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force & all he’d had was a name to put to a face. Sea-foam green hair & blue eyes seemed to challenge him from beyond his phone screen.
❥ One Piece
❥ Kaiju No. 8
❥ Dr. Stone
❥ Demon Slayer
❥ Wind Breaker
❥ Bleach
❥ Naruto
❥ Jujutsu Kaisen
❥ Bungou Stray Dogs
❥ Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
❥ One Piece
❥ Kaiju No. 8
❥ Dr. Stone
❥ Demon Slayer
❥ Wind Breaker
❥ Bleach
❥ Naruto
❥ Jujutsu Kaisen
❥ Bungou Stray Dogs
❥ Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
Haruichi watched Aoi as he stood by the water cooler, chatting with some friends. He couldn't help but stare. How tall and broad Aoi was– It was like looking at a Greek God. He watched the way Aoi's muscles rippled as he moved, unable to look away.
Soshiro was already buzzed after two glasses of beer. He had an arm over Kafka, his cheek slightly pressed against his. Soshiro was naturally a playful guy when he was sober, but when drunk, the flirtatious side slipped out.