4/1/2019 c1 44Lady Pinkroses
You wouldn't believe how many times I've come to re-read this. I know, I know, I've never left a review behind, and no, I don't have any excuses. I wish I did because the state this story leaves me is worth a thousand words. Words that I don't have but I think I owe it to you to try to explain the feelings this story always gives me: it's like being full with nothingness. It's like sadness and love (God, Takeshi loves everyone so much) and knowing how hard is it to, sometimes (God, Takeshi needs to learn how to love himself a little better). It's all these little things that make us us. The things we do with and to people. The things those poeple do to us. And what all that means in our lives.
And yeah, it's sad but I always end with the sensation that sadness is not all that there is. It's just so difficult and Yamamoto knows it is and that freaking sentence "Takeshi is not good with numbers, except for the ones that tell him he's not good enough" haunts me. Sometimes I'm just living my life and I remember and it hurts, because it's so true. Using something you're not good to explain how much no good you are. It's a poweful line, it's like a punch in the stomach that goes directly to your heart.

6/4/2016 c1 Kiku
Holy shit, this is just amazing. I just love how you describe Yamamoto and it is just so amazingly in depth and I should be sleeping but this is so beautiful. Thank you.