WARNING: Sexual content

Akaashi would describe his family as... intense. At the top of the world but not because they climbed up there, but because they brought everyone around them down. His father was part of a marketing enterprise, sponsoring various national sports teams. His mother was an oral and maxillofacial surgeon for a large hospital in Tokyo. They were hell-bent on carrying themselves with the utmost pride and let's just say, money was never an issue. In fact, money made a lot of things go their way.

They were strict and disciplined, and Akaashi had been brought up to not appear weak. Of course, since he had been told that it was a bad thing to show his insecurities, he could never share any problems he had with anybody. Issues upon issues began to build up and an underlying emotional instability became part of his foundation. Now, he wouldn't care to admit it, but he relied off of others far more than needed. He needed some sense of affirmation that what he was doing was actually okay. That everything he did wasn't a mistake.

Bokuto and Kuroo made him feel that way – like he wasn't a train wreck. He felt so loved and so accepted that he never wanted to go home. He wanted to stay within the Bokuto and Kuroo households and if his parents never came looking for him, then that would be fine.

But he didn't have a bad relationship with his parents, it was just non-existent. Akaashi had been raised by money and money alone. House cleaners, cooks, the works. Just anyone else that wasn't his actual parent.

Even an uncle stepped up to take care of him for a while when he was a child.

Regardless of the neglect, Akaashi still wanted something with his parents, and he wanted them to approve of his lovers. He didn't know why he wanted their approval, yet, he still craved it. He wanted to be able to bring Bokuto and Kuroo over without fear and didn't have to hide their relationship.

He wanted to love openly.

"Mother, I would like to speak to you," he decided his mother would be the better one to approach first in this situation, so he cornered her after dinner one night.

"Oh? You sound so serious, Kei," she spoke, eyes not even glancing away from her tablet. Akaashi took a deep breath and tried not to get dishearten from his mother's disinterest.

"Because it is serious, Mother," she glanced to the side before looking down again.

"Can you give me a subject line?"

"Relationships," she huffed.

"Your teenage foolery doesn't exactly interest me,"

"Would it if I told you I'm in a relationship with two other boys?" at this, his mother paused and carefully placed down her tablet and turned in her seat to regard him. The emotions in her eyes were unreadable.

"Come again?" Akaashi cringed at her voice. "Please, sit," she gestured towards the seat to her left. He hesitantly set down, still on edge. "Now, I would appreciate it if you started from the beginning,"

So he did, trying to convey to her exactly how important Kuroo and Bokuto had become to him. How he couldn't envision his life without them. How strongly he felt that this was going to work out and wanted to introduce them to the family.

His mother could only watch him, occasionally rubbing at her eye or moving a hair strand away. Sometime during his explanation, she completely cut him off, waving her hand with dismissal.

"How long have you been in a relationship with these two?"

"Uh, a month,"

"A month, right. And how long have you known these boys?"

"Since high school started," she sighed and fully regarded him.

"That's not very long, is it?"

"I guess... I mean-,"

"You are allowed to live your life as you please. Do go out, make mistakes, and learn from them. Just promise me that while doing so, you won't ruin the hard work we've put in. Keep your academic distinctions and do not be a burden to your sport. Your father would be really upset if you were just a benchwarmer. Bring them to the manor, if you so wish, but the minute they become troublesome, they will be removed. Keep a leash on them," Akaashi had no idea how to respond and instead stayed silent, nodding towards his mother. She thought that Bokuto and Kuroo were a mistake. She thought he would outgrow them, that they were a phase.

Well.

Only time will be able to change her mind then. Perhaps a couple of years down the line, she'll realise that they were still by Akaashi's side and that nothing changed. That their relationship was viable.

He should be happy, he guessed. His mother wasn't outright forbidding him from being in a relationship and allowed them access to the house.

So why did it hurt so much?

She wasn't even disappointed, as if she expected him to do something ridiculous like this sometime during his life. She expected him to screw up.

"And... father?" he hesitantly asked, afraid of the outcome.

"Oh. Him. He might have some problems with your sexuality, but I guess you can just do what I do. Ignore him and wave off his bullshit," his parents didn't have a perfect relationship, not in the slightest. They never really spoke and instead focussed on their individual work. They slept in the same bed and ate at the same table and shared the same bank account but the love they held for each other had been smothered under their lust for money.

Still, Akaashi wondered...

"Father's biggest problem would be that I'm gay?"

"Most likely,"

"Not the fact that I'm in a polyamorous relationship?" his mother only snickered.

"Do you honestly think your father and I are still satisfied with each other? Why do you think we stopped after having you? It got quite disappointing. We may be married, but even we can see soulmates are not a real thing. We're in an open relationship. I think your father's go-to is that female driver of his. Pretty thing, I admit, but I think she'll end up starving herself to death for his love," she sounded so apathetic, turning to pick up her tablet once more. Akaashi was in a state of shock and disgust, and he quickly excused himself. "Oh, one more thing," his mother quickly stopped him and he turned to her, trying to hide his emotions. "For the love of god, please use protection. If you end up with an STD because of something silly like this, I'll disown you,"

Was she serious?

Possibly.

Akaashi cried into his pillow that night, but they were more tears of confusion. Why, why couldn't he just have ended up with a normal family? His fingers gripped at his pillow before he flung it across the room, tugging at his hair as he thought long and hard.

He faced his mother. He managed to do that, to get the courage to face her. He knew the only reason he could do it was because he had Kuroo and Bokuto behind his back, even if they weren't there in person.

His father was more of an interesting case. He had no idea how to approach him or even where to find him over the weekend. From his mother's words, he could probably conclude his father was off sleeping with another woman. So be it, then. If his father wanted to be only business with his family, then Akaashi would accommodate that.

He sent him an email.

To: [email protected]

Subject: Father, Meet My Boyfriends

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And that it was it. A subject and a picture. The picture regarded Akaashi in the middle, Bokuto and Kuroo at his sides and holding onto him. They each had a hand on Akaashi's chest, their eyes tentatively watching him with intentions swirling in their irises. Akaashi tried to hold his own in the picture, but right after the surprise snap had been taken, he had given in and let himself be devoured by the two with sweet kisses and cuddles on a christmas-bed. He wasn't going to explain the story behind the picture in the email, though.

Instead, he clicked sent, threw his laptop to the other side of the bed and called Bokuto and Kuroo on his phone.

'Keiji?'

'What's up?'

"I just did something really stupid like colossally stupid. Kōtarō, if I don't come to school tomorrow, presume I have been murdered,"

'What! Keiji, no!'

'What did you do?' Kuroo pressed.

"I sent my dad an email,"

'...uhm,'

"With a picture of us,"

'Oh damn,'

But he did live. He got no reply to the email and didn't see his father at breakfast that Monday morning. Bokuto was all over his case before school started but he had no answers. There had been a read receipt, but no reply.

Did that make it even worse?

The entire day he was anxious and kept checking his email. Bokuto had to pull his phone away from him before practice and tried to do his best to distract his mind during training. Bokuto would be more lively and quicker in all his plays, Akaashi in return having to give him even more sets. It worked, but as soon as practice was over, Akaashi fell silent again and cast his eyes to Bokuto with need. He was devastated to see Akaashi look so sad and confused, his own heart trying to reach out and offer any help.

Bokuto pulled him outside of the gym building after they had collected their things from the clubroom, Akaashi nearly shaking as his mind began to race at all the possibilities that the silence could mean.

His father could possibly be writing up the paperwork to send him away.

It could happen.

Bokuto held Akaashi in his arms, his hand slowly raking through his luscious locks. Akaashi allowed himself to completely press up against Bokuto's chest, trying to get their hearts to synchronise. Bokuto pulled the phone out of his gym bag, Akaashi's eyes trained on it as if it was a monster.

"Do you want me to look?" Bokuto spoke slowly and Akaashi could only nod. He didn't have the strength to look. Bokuto's fingerprint was registered so he easily unlocked the phone and headed to the emails. After a few moments of scrolling and reading, he took hold of Akaashi's face gently and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. Akaashi allowed himself to be swallowed up in the moment.

"Was there something?" he asked in a whisper against Bokuto's lips, his body near trembling at this point.

"Yeah,"

"What?"

"See for yourself," Bokuto showed him the phone. His father had sent a reply, and it wasn't quite what he had expected.

'Dear Keiji,

I spoke with your mother and she informed me that you now know the arrangement of our relationship. I have been experimenting a bit myself, but do not tell your mother that.

They look like good boys. You should bring them around to the manor. I would love to meet them.

Regards,'

"This is good, isn't it?" Bokuto asked him, but even he didn't know what he thought anymore. His father was not the man he thought he was. His man was fooling around with everybody.

This was not a healthy family.

The first day Bokuto and Kuroo found themselves in the Akaashi manor a few weeks later – well, it was an interesting day to say the least. Kuroo knew how to behave himself, but Bokuto?

Bokuto's family was large and they all lived on top of each other so he couldn't comprehend how somebody could live with so much open space. Nothing was compact. He had run off to explore and had gotten lost, Kuroo and Akaashi having to conduct a manhunt to get him back. They found him making friends with the chef in the kitchen, the two busy with a card game when they arrived.

The cook gave his compliments to Akaashi for his choice of boyfriends, the younger male blushing in embarrassment. Bokuto was interested in just looking around the kitchen and seeing everything they owned. He shoved his nose at every spice he could and probably inhaled some chilli along the way as his eyes began to tear up. He opened a cupboard and found all the protein powder, most of it Akaashi's father but he used it occasionally too. Bokuto turned to look at Kuroo.

"Do you want a protein shake bro?"

"Nah bro,"

"Why bro?"

"Because you're the only one who gives me strength bro,"

"Bro,"

These were his boyfriends. He actually choose to be in a relationship with these idiots.

Wow, he was in love.

"Jeez Keiji. I never knew you were holding this much from us," Kuroo gasped in awe as Akaashi showed them his bedroom, Kuroo's eyes fixed on the large bed appearing like a throne, a centrepiece in the room. Akaashi could feel himself get anxious, his breath slowly escaping him as he stared at Kuroo's fingers slowly trace up the side of the blanket. He covered his face with his palms to hide his blushing face. Kuroo's eyes turned to him and he froze, the absolute suggestion etched into the sly cat's eyes had him trembling.

"Wow! Tetsurō, check out this gaming system he's got here! Kenma would actually freak!!" Kuroo winked at Akaashi and moved off to see what Bokuto was talking about, his own reaction one of pure excitement as well.

"You've got so many games! How many of them have you played?" Akaashi shrugged his shoulders.

"Not many. My uncle got me all this, but I don't really play. You're welcome to, if you want," Bokuto wasn't going to decline the invitation and twenty minutes later, Kuroo and Bokuto were in an intense shooter game. They were going 1v1 and Kuroo had enough experience from going up against Kenma to beat Bokuto's ass every time. Akaashi could only stare at the gods on his couch and secretly snapped pictures of them – for later reference. He occupied himself by sketching the two, occasionally glancing up to study their form. Kuroo met his eyes a couple of time but only smiled.

He let the angel continue his masterpiece.

The two joined the Akaashi household for dinner – which only consisted of his father, actually, since his mother was on duty at the hospital. His father was already seated at the table when the three arrived, his laptop open in front of him and paper sprawled around. He looked up when the three came in and a ghost of a smile overtook him. He stood up to greet the two and Akaashi mentally wished that it would all go well.

It seemed he didn't need to worry though because Bokuto took it upon himself to introduce himself and surprised Akaashi at the sudden manners he had.

"Sir, it is an honour to meet you. I am Bokuto Kōtarō. I play with your son on the Fukurōdani volleyball team," he held himself tall, taking Akaashi's father's hand into a strong greeting, his eyes determined.

"Well colour me impressed. You found yourself a real man here, Keiji. It's good to meet you, Bokuto," he spoke, shaking Bokuto's hand firmly before letting go and turning to Kuroo.

"Kuroo Tetsurō, sir. Thank you for allowing us to continue being in Keiji's life," he shook just as firmly. Akaashi's father hummed in interest and looked past him to his son. He nodded in approval.

Akaashi could finally breathe.

Dinner went off smoothly, Bokuto and Kuroo sharing some of their stories of how they all met, school and whatnot. Oh and volleyball.

Can't forget the volleyball.

During the entire meal, Kuroo would shoot Akaashi very particular glances and he would wonder about the lingering gaze before Bokuto would take over as the social bunny. Kuroo ate the luxurious meal in relative silence, only speaking when he wasn't disrupting Bokuto's speech or it was a good interaction.

He was really in thought.

Akaashi's father didn't speak much during the meal but that was nothing new. He had been impressed with the two and that was enough. It had also been good that his mother hadn't been there, considering his father might have felt the need to put up a protective mask of homophobia then. Now that he knew his father was willing to go for anything of age, with legs and had the consent of – he couldn't look at him the same way.

But who was he to judge, really?

He had two boyfriends.

Two very loving boyfriends.

After dinner, they headed back up to his room, Akaashi's father disappearing deep into the manor to give them their privacy. It was too late for the two to head home now and it wasn't uncommon for them to stay at each other's places – even before Akaashi was a part of the relationship.

Bokuto was still gleaming, quite happy that dinner had been a success. He was nearly skipping around the room, continuing to read all the spines of Akaashi's books and investigating his paintings stacked in a corner.

Akaashi was really impressed with how Bokuto and Kuroo had handled his father, especially with Bokuto's maturity. Akaashi seated himself at the foot of his bed, eyes trained on the owl.

The cat sneakily locked the door behind him as he entered the room.

"Oh wow! Did you draw this before?" Bokuto discovered the sketch Akaashi made earlier when they were gaming. It was only pencil and had the rough outlines of how the two had been sitting when they were playing, some shadowing done to their faces and arms already. Akaashi looked away in embarrassment and nodded. "Keiji, this is beautiful!"

"Thank you," he spoke quickly, letting his bangs cover his eyes but his smile couldn't be hidden. A soft hand raked its fingers through his hair and he looked up to see Kuroo stare down at him lovingly. Akaashi's heart stopped and his lip fell. Kuroo moved his hand to Akaashi's face, bringing his thumb to rest over the angel's lips.

"Truly beautiful," he spoke and leaned forward, bringing their faces together. He let his lips brush against Akaashi's temple in a feather kiss before he trailed them down the skin of his face, finally connecting their lips. The younger male hummed lovingly and allowed himself to push up into the kiss. He would never not want these intoxicating kisses. Kuroo placed his hands on either side of him and climbed on top of him. He hooked his arms under Akaashi's body and pulled him along, further onto the bed. Akaashi allowed himself to be moved, hands tenderly holding onto Kuroo's face as they shared a passion filled embrace of lips.

It was slow. So. Slow.

Not a single movement was wasted and with each brush of lips, with each shared breath, with each small sound from their throats; they fell into each other's spell.

Kuroo sunk onto his elbows and lowered his body closer to Akaashi's, his hands moving to caress small circles behind Akaashi's ears. Akaashi moaned at the feeling, the message at his head causing a sense of relief. He got lost in the feeling of Kuroo's touch that when a set of fingers began to trail at the skin of his collarbone, he released Kuroo's lips to breathe deeply.

Bokuto was right next to Kuroo on top of Akaashi, the owl's shirt already disregarded and long forgotten.

His skin was glistering and although Akaashi had seen him shirtless many times before, either at volleyball or random other times, this was different. He was for the first time appreciating how much work Bokuto had put into his body. How flawless this man, this god, was.

And that god was looking at him like he was a meal.

The look in both their eyes, the look that stared down at him with so much love and warmth and another type of love. Another type of warmth.

"Keiji, is this... do you want to?" Bokuto spoke carefully, not wanting to start anything without consent. Akaashi answered by raising his hands up, placing one hand on each of the boys' cheek and nodded with a newfound determination. Bokuto leaned into the touch, Kuroo took his hand and kissed it. Akaashi whimpered, sneaking his hand behind Bokuto's head and pulling it down to him.

He swashed their lips together and Bokuto groaned loudly at the assertiveness and dominance he had over that kiss. He swung his legs over to straddle Akaashi, leaning forward to bring their faced even closer. Akaashi rose his hands up to Bokuto's abdomen, carefully tracing his fingers over every flawless trace of him. This feeling of skin – he wanted to memorise every piece of it.

Bokuto froze at the touch and pulled away from Akaashi, eyes staring down at the younger male with worry.

"W-what is it? Did I...?" Akaashi was already out of breathe as he looked up at Bokuto with confusion.

"Kōtarō," Kuroo spoke, Bokuto snapping his head back to look at him, eyes swirling with various emotions. Kuroo snaked his hand around Bokuto's waist and onto his chest, firmly rubbing up and down at his skin with slow movements. "You are so fucking beautiful," he leaned forward, his mouth making contact with Bokuto's skin. The owl boy groaned at the feeling of the cat's tongue trailing down to his naval, a tightness starting to settle within his insides. He moved down until his mouth made contact with Bokuto's pants and he tugged at the clothing with his teeth. Through lidded eyes, he peered up with seriousness at the groaning Bokuto before casting them to the side where Akaashi was. "And I'm not the only one who thinks that,"

Akaashi was a shrivelling mess. Seeing Kuroo between Bokuto's legs was sending all new different types of signals to his brain and he could barely handle it. They looked so, so good. He wanted to capture this moment and imprint it in his brain, but he feared he wouldn't be able to continue living then. If this scenery was the last thing he saw before he died, then he would die happy.

"Keiji-," Bokuto barely even spoke before Akaashi had grabbed at him again, pulling him down onto his body. Their lips reconnected in a fit of passion, Akaashi trying to convey how much he was feeling right now. How much he couldn't handle being separated from them any longer.

"You're gorgeous. You're amazing, oh my god," Akaashi whispered it against his lips before he moved down to kiss at Bokuto's collarbones, the owl barely being able to keep up with the stimulation. Behind him, he felt Kuroo's expertise tongue on his hip before he felt the suction of his kisses. He begun to suck hickeys into the skin, teeth occasionally teasing the tender area.

Bokuto's moan was enough to stir something within Akaashi, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

"You guys... I can't," Bokuto whimpered, throwing his head back to allow Akaashi better access to his neck. "Keiji... this is supposed to be your night," Akaashi took Bokuto's face and turned him to look at him.

The look that was burning in Akaashi's eyes, the absolute passion that lurked beneath the surface was enough for Kuroo to release a shakily breath, gridning up against Bokuto's behind to relieve some of the tension. Bokuto trembled of the feeling of Kuroo's hardness at his back.

"Then let me do what I want," Akaashi's voice was laced with dominance and Bokuto submitted. Akaashi rose onto his knees and grabbed at his own shirt, slowly pulling it over his head and flinging it off to the side with a dismissive hand. Kuroo's hand snaked past Bokuto to get a feeling of angelic skin. Bokuto couldn't keep his hands to himself and either and quickly, four hands were roaming all over Akaashi's body.

The younger male positioned himself to face and Kuroo and let his hands trail up to his chest, unbuttoning the lovely shirt Kuroo had worn. Behind him, Bokuto was ridding himself of his constricting jeans and in front him, Kuroo was leaning down to nibble at his ears.

Kuroo was definitely a biter.

Soon he felt Bokuto's arms around him and his fingers raising to pull at his nipples, just as he had finally rid Kuroo of his shirt. Akaashi's breathe wavered at the teasing of the sensitive skin. Kuroo let go of him ears and moved over Akaashi's shoulders to capture Bokuto's own lips, immediately going in to nibble at his lips. Bokuto couldn't keep the growl that produced from inside of him.

Akaashi leaned his head back onto Bokuto's shoulder to get a better look at their actions, the ferocious beasts they drew out of each other stealing Akaashi's entire life force.

They were experienced with each other's bodies and knew their limits, so seeing Kuroo throw Bokuto down onto his back, straddling his legs and pinning his hands above his head had Akaashi tremble from absolute lust.

God they were so seductive.

"Tetsurō!" Bokuto growled out, lifting his head to try and get a stronger angle into their kiss.

"Not today, Bo," Kuroo kissed Bokuto so hard that his head was pushed into the bed and Bokuto moaned so hard. He wrapped his legs around Kuroo and grinded upwards until they both touched, submitting that the cat won.

For now.

Kuroo growled against Bokuto's lips at the feeling of how hard they both were and let Bokuto free, instead turning to pin Akaashi down. He yelped in surprise at how quickly the cat had gotten on top of him. The look Kuroo gave him completely tore him open.

"Bo, help me out here," Kuroo distracted Akaashi with a hard kiss, the latter completely losing his sense of perspective and he was only living on tunnel vision.

Tetsurō, Tetsurō, Tetsurō .

He felt fingers hook onto his pants and they got pulled down and off him, exposing his bare legs to the world. The coolness that ran over his exposed limbs were quickly replaced when Bokuto lifted one of his legs and began sucking into his thigh.

Kōtarō, Kōtarō, Kōtarō.

Akaashi had to pull his head away from Kuroo to look at Bokuto and he shouldn't have done that.

Seeing Bokuto between him, one of his legs draped over his shoulder as he trailed his teeth up his leg had Akaashi nearly come undone.

Akaashi had until now only known the loving and tender sides of his boyfriends, but now he saw that they also had predatory sides to them.

Sides that he brought out.

He felt fingers around the waistband of his brief and he turned to see Kuroo, now without pants, teasing around his edges.

"Bo, let's not tease him any further," and Bokuto leaned forward, bringing his body down on top of Akaashi's, their eyes connecting and staring into each other.

"We are going to eat you whole, Keiji,"

Akaashi had been the complete centre of attention of both Bokuto and Kuroo for the rest of the night, the two experienced males getting quite lost in the feeling that is their new partner. The multiple stimulus and new experiences completely unravelled Akaashi and had him come undone at their hands. He admitted to them that he would prefer they work their way up with time, one new thing at a time and they complied without question. They pleasured Akaashi in every way they knew without going all the way, not yet stealing his 'innocence' from him – as society claimed it to be called.

Akaashi was quite alright with that. He didn't have the strength to go any further after the two ganged up on him anyway.

But the two still had energy left and had not been paying themselves or each other much thought when they took Akaashi on, so he urged them to continue.

God that was too much.

So much.

Kuroo and Bokuto had fought each other via a small naked wrestling match, and Kuroo managed to pin Bokuto down first. He was on top of his game and he was going to enjoy every moment of taking advantage of the owl.

Bokuto took Kuroo like a fucking champ and their longwinded and aggressive sex absolutely killed Akaashi. They were beasts with each other, nearly throwing themselves off the bed in their heated passion. Akaashi didn't even feel embarrassed for staring, mentally taking notes of things the two seemed to really enjoy and how far they could go. Kuroo's teeth had violated almost all parts of Bokuto's body by the end but the owl still had more stamina left than the cat on top of him.

He switched their positions with expertise and threw Kuroo onto his back. He took his last moments riding from on top, clearly wanting the last laugh. Kuroo couldn't even be upset as the new position had also placed Akaashi in his sights.

He lost himself.

They all did.

They were just a pile of naked limbs and sweat stained skin by the end, resting against each other as they regained their breaths. Kuroo's eyes were fluttering open and closed, no fuel left in his tank. All he wanted to do was snuggle up to his two lovers and sleep the night away in their arms. Bokuto still managed to crane his neck up to look at Akaashi.

"Was this okay? With all of us?" he asked. Kuroo was listening but not really, his hand slowly rubbing at Akaashi's thigh. Akaashi, who had his back against the bedframe and both his legs pinned by the boys. His hands went down to interlock with their hair.

"It was so much more than okay, Kōtarō," he brought his hand to softly caress the owl's cheek. "The love that's here between us all is so precious," he spoke lovingly, eyes fixed on Bokuto.

"Caaaaaan you feeeeel the loveeeee tonight?" Kuroo ruined the quiet moment they shared by blasting out into the Lion King's soundtrack.

"You needn't look too farrrrrrr," Bokuto joined in, throwing his head back for effect.

"Stealing through; the night's uncertainties," Akaashi joined in, his angelic voice stunning the two momentarily that they didn't realise the chorus wasn't finished.

"That's the last chorus of the song. There's still a line left,"

"Yeah,"

"Guess we need a fourth member then," Kuroo jokingly laughed.

But they had no idea, of course, how could they? Akaashi had been an absolute surprise, one neither Bokuto and Kuroo could have ever predicted. They didn't go out in search of looking for another boyfriend, yet, they would never be able to leave him now. It was no longer Bokuto and Kuroo with their new interest Akaashi; it was Bokuto, Kuroo and Akaashi: together. They were not three separate relationships - they were one singular relationship. They were a collective, one that was still missing a member.

The shadow member was... different, to them. So different.

If Bokuto had a wall to hide his emotions behind, then this person had an entire fortress. If Akaashi had a protective personality, then this person had taken on an entire different persona. If Kuroo had all the daddy issues, then this person had the family trauma to go with it.

They needed to be armed with a pickaxe to take this person on. He had so many layers of ice-cold stone that they had to get through first before they got to see his angelic soul but god when they finally got there, they never went back.

It really hadn't been an easy time, when they first got to know Tsukishima Kei.