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"What do I have to do to get you?"
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I follow Koutarou's movements from the couch to the staircase.
He carries my hand behind him, and seemingly with every step we take, his thumb gently swipes back and forth across the back of it. I can't help but notice this, even with the tension between us and my deep curiosity about what will happen from here.
As we ascend the stairs together, neither of us has anything to say. In normal circumstances, the silence would be strange, especially from Koutarou. But, as I've experienced before, this is his one moment of tranquillity before he redirects his energy.
The door to his bedroom isn't fully shut, and it swings open easily with his guidance. The natural light from outside streaks through his curtains into the room, providing enough illumination to observe the layout.
It isn't unfamiliar to me. The first thing I see are various weights sitting in the corner. Koutarou has a desk on one wall, the dust on the surface most visible through the dim light overcasting. A dresser sits on the opposite side, and picture frames stand on top, showcasing his former and present teams and one picture of himself. My gaze floats to his bed last. It stands against the middle of the wall, with grey bedsheets strewn around on top.
I let out a sigh, to his surprise.
"You don't make your bed?" I ask, and Koutarou laughs, leading me inside to stand at the foot of his bed.
"Why? It'll just get messy anyway." He responds, and I roll my eyes.
"Makes sense. You always leave it messy, don't you?"
Koutarou smiles before taking me by the shoulders and pushing my body down to the mattress. He takes one knee and puts it on one side of me in his attempt to pin me, and with the other knee, he navigates to the between of my legs and presses.
"Well, this time... you will." He says, and the pressure he puts between my legs begins to make my heartbeat quicken.
Koutarou dips down closer to my face and kisses me, and I place a hand on the side of his neck in comfort. As we pull away, the feeling lingers, and I watch his eyes as he pulls his knee from me.
