[ Thank fuck that Rei can't see his face, because Koga goes silent for a moment as he stares at the back of the couch that he faces. His knees tuck up a little further, and he grins, like a goddamn idiot, thinking about the twins trying to haul two-by-fours through the yard to the tree. Thinking about Rei with his goddamn stupid parasol, standing there and not helping even if he can lift the couch single-handedly when someone's lost something beneath it and hold it there.
He thinks about sleepovers in a treehouse, the four of them (five with Leon) curled up together, with ghost stories and stupid songs.
And he thinks about living in this house with them, every fucking day, for the rest of his life. ]
... okay. [ Voice thick, but soft, Koga squeezes his hand around his phone. ] Yeah, we can do that, senpai.
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He thinks about sleepovers in a treehouse, the four of them (five with Leon) curled up together, with ghost stories and stupid songs.
And he thinks about living in this house with them, every fucking day, for the rest of his life. ]
... okay. [ Voice thick, but soft, Koga squeezes his hand around his phone. ] Yeah, we can do that, senpai.