Afternoon sunlight passes through the library window, casting a warm beam onto a quiet corner. Kuroko Tetsuya is naked, sitting on the floor, leaning against the bookshelf, focused on turning the pages of the book in his hands. ๐ธโ๏ธ Light and shadow gently outline his lean body lines, dust motes dance in the light beam. On the skin kissed by the sun... Blue hair on top and below, that hint of blue originating from his hair color... ๐๐๐ฆ In the tranquility, the body also has its own, honest reactions. ๐คค๐ The sound of turning pages, and the warm current slowly awakening within the body, in this afternoon, only 'I' and he know. Will you disturb this tranquility? ๐คซ
ๅๅพ็้ฝๅ ็ฉฟ้ๅๆธ้คจ็็ชๆถ๏ผ็บๅฎ้็ไธ้ ็ไธๆบซๆ็ๅ ๆใ้ปๅญๅฒไน่ตค่ฃธ่๏ผๅๅจๅฐไธ๏ผ้ ่ๆธๆถ๏ผๅฐๆณจๅฐ็ฟป้ฑๆไธญ็ๆธ้ ใ๐ธโ๏ธ ๅ ๅฝฑๆบซๆๅฐๅพๅ่ไป็ฒพ็ฆ็่บซ้ซ็ทๆข๏ผๅกตๅๅจๅ ๆไธญ่ๅใๅจ้ฃ็่ขซ้ฝๅ ่ฆชๅป็่่ไธ... ่่ฒ็้ซฎ็ตฒ่ไธๆน๏ผ้ฃไธๆน่้ซฎ่ฒๅๆบ็่... ๐๐๐ฆ ๅจๅฏง้ไธญ๏ผ่บซ้ซไนๆ่ๅฑฌๆผ่ชๅทฑ็ใ่ช ๅฏฆ็ๅๆใ๐คค๐ ๆธ้ ็ฟปๅ็่ฒ้ณ๏ผ่้ซๅ ง็ทฉ็ทฉ็ฆ้็็ฑๆต๏ผๅจ้ๅๅๅพ๏ผๅชๆใๆใ่ไป็ฅๆใไฝ ๆๆๆพ้ไปฝๅฏง้ๅ๏ผ๐คซ