#oh what’s that oh he wouldn’t do pda oh— SHUT UPPP LET ME HAVE THIS😞

[bleubrri]

wakatoshi who will brazenly walk across the court, straight past the huddled gaggle of reporters to your place in the stands. who will squish your cheeks together and quickly press your lips to his. who will leave you with soft eyes and an affectionate squeeze to grit out a reluctant interview, stoic as ever, as if he hasn’t just plucked the air from your lungs, painted light in your chest.