#still not over this goddamn fic
“Flippant and full of yourself,” Haruka mutters, turning in his seat to face Rin better. “You’re my favorite kind of person.”
Rin ducks his head, not breaking eye contact. “Why, thank you.”
Haruka looks at him over his sketchpad. “That,” he says, echoing Rin’s earlier words, “wasn’t a compliment.”
“the strings that tie (you to me)”
(aka one of the best harurin fics ever; please, read it if you’re familiar with “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”. if not, read anyway)
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