Confessions from a Tower Prince

Come morning, Hibari’s anxiety will have died. Gone with a giggle— laughter his birthright— or stood up as a challenge. Before tomorrow, it might sink into his strings and hum sadly through the floor.This choker is a dumb idea— but… if he can restore the sunshine to that silly face a little earlier, being dumb could be worth it. If— if, he likes it— if-if-if— don’t stammer. If it isn’t, y’know. Over the top. Too much. Too… all that. Words you’d find in Akira’s sappy books.It’s fine. It suits him.

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