Fics like to fall down (and get back up)

The universe must have it out for him, Kiyoomi thinks, because never in his life has he ever suffered from a series of unfortunate events. He’s a careful person—some might say too careful of a person, but he is adamant in his disagreeing because it has saved his ass one too many times from circumstances he’d much prefer avoiding rather than trying to struggle his way out of them. “Michi,” Kiyoomi said cautiously, finding his spot beside her, “what are you looking at?” “Any second now,” she had mumbled, curl of her lip scarily resembling Kiyoomi’s own when he’s feeling snippety and halfway through a tease. He lifted his head again and sipped at his coffee. What on earth could be so entertaining that it had drawn Michiko’s attention like this? Well, it presented itself—in the form of red shorts, a white pair of jogging sneakers, and a wide expanse of beautiful, tanned skin. What topped it all off was the blonde hair, horrifyingly brassy and untoned, bouncing on his head with every step that he took. Kiyoomi had choked promptly on his coffee, and that was when the chaos had ensued.

Fics like to fall down (and get back up)

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