Midnight;I'm sitting in his bed, dressed in nothing but an oversized shirt and some boxers. He walks in gracefully. His hair wet; boxers low on his perfectly shapped hips. He nods an acknowledgement, letting me know that he is okay with letting me sleep with him tonight. Chihiro walks in in mid yawn, stretching his arms upward, letting his shirt rise, flashing his smooth, flat stomach and pruding hip bones. He takes a seat next to me on the bed, noding once at Suzu before leaving.
Tonight, I will not understand a thing.
Minutes pass, but they feel like years.
My shirt is lost in the heat. Tonight, it is hot. Very hot. The lighting in the room is bad. It is very dim. I see a figure closing in on me, and my eyes close. These lips were greeted by a softer, thin pair. I leaned in closer, causing the other to chuckle.
Minutes pass, but they feel like centuries.
My bare back is against another's chest, his arms are wrapped around my waist. I'm tickled by the small kisses he leaves on my shoulder blade. He mumbles sweat-little-nothings into my ear. I laugh, rolling onto my other side as he takes the initiative and gets ontop of me. I laugh, he kisses my neck. I sigh, his hands slip into my boxers.
7 A.M.
I awake, wrapped up in the blanket. I hear a knock, and peak out from the bundle I'm in. For the first time in so many long years, he finally reffers to me as "Mashiro-san." His face is serious, and I feel my confidence vanish. He tells me I don't need to go to school today, but it would be wise if I got put on some normal clothes anyways. I obey, and sit in on his bed, and we talk. He explains the events which led to this tragedy. He explains he has the best intentions, and he vows to protect me. My body aches, and I can't seem to get up and walk. He comes closer and plants a kiss on my forehead, handing me the remote for the TV and then leaving to bring Chihiro out into town. They come back home, and drag me into oblivion.
