The footsteps sounded hollow on the floor. Ian didn't have to call out and ask who it was, he knew it was max. He opened the door, greeted his sunken, tired eyes friend and flight the urge to cry again.
Max hugged Ian, and then crawled into his bed, sobbing.
Ian let him.
Joji's death had hurt them all in ways unimaginable. Videos weren't posted anymore, no one wanted to wake up, and they couldn't make themselves re-read Joji's little suicide note. He didn't want them to feel bad, but oh boy they did.
The footsteps sounded hollow in the floor. Ian couldn't bring himself to look away.
The footsteps sounded just like Joji.
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JojIan oneshots
FanfictionJust a bunch of prompted Joji and Ian oneshots. Feel free to comment any that you want made. I generally take them from tumblr but I'll write almost anything really. Some stories may be triggering, you've been warned. Note! I use to post every day...
