If this were a teenage romance novel, Shintaro would now know what it was like to taste darkness— by that, he didn’t mean a bad boy who made the kiss tempting or someone who smoked, making everything taste foggy, but pure darkness— something that couldn’t be described by anything else but that word itself.
Fortunately, this experience wasn’t one of those cliche books. Instead, it was real, nothing near fiction, and he was almost grateful for that, but immediately after the thought, he knew he had to wonder if it was really fortunate at all.
His tongue and lips being sore from being repeatedly sucked on and bitten (a bit too roughly, mind you) definitely didn’t feel fortunate (in fact, it felt quite unlucky), but maybe he didn’t mind in the end.
Shintaro, the boy who had forgotten what true fortune felt like, could adjust to this apparent “misfortune”. It felt nice, at least, in more places than one, even if those same places still felt as sore as they did a second ago.
One place in particular was lacking attention, and he quickly (no, instinctively) sought to cure that, but as soon as he did, he was held back. Slim fingers grasped at his waist to keep him down, any and all sense of control stripped from him just that easily.
If this was a power battle, Shintaro would have already lost a long time ago, but of course it wasn’t. He had stopped believing that he had any control over anything in this world a long time ago. To start believing he did now, of all times, would be silly, especially when it came to this— well, he wasn’t sure how to refer to him.
This somewhat annoying, definitely infuriating, bossy sort of guy— was that even correct?— always turned out to be somewhat of an enigma to him, as stupid as that was. It wasn’t some sort of compliment that you applied to cute girls in indie films, no, it was something way worse than that.
This sort of mysteriousness compelled everyone else to escape his former “friend”, even Shintaro at times, but he wasn’t that strong. Those feelings were wasted when it came down to him, someone who had tried too hard to gain some sort of strength before, only to be let down each and every attempt.
fuck this where am i going with this
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