"don't struggle." pg ousai fic.

"thank you."

   he was drooling. 'disgusting' the bluenette thought to himself as his 'friend' stared at him with absolute adoration. sadly, his mouth was covered with tape and his hands, along with his legs, were tied to the bed of his classmate.

   “you know, it's nice seeing you like this.” the purplenette grinned at his classmate that was currently tied to his bed, glaring daggers at him.

   kagehara's fear increased when his classmate took something from under the bed. it was...a box cutter—? what is he gonna—

   a muffled scream erupted from the bluenette as koishi stabbed the box cutter through his right hand with a smirk on his face. tears fell from the corners of his eyes as he looked at the purplenette that seemed to be in deep thought.

   after moments of silence, his kidnapper brought the box cutter to his face and started dragging at down his cheek — a deep blush covering his own face. blood dripped from his freshly made wound, tears falling down with it.

   kagehara's fear was now through the roof as koishi dipped his thumb with blood that was still spilling out of one of his hands. bringing it to the bluenette's neck, he wrote his name with the fresh blood from kagehara himself.

   'koishi' was now on display at his neck like it was an art piece. the purplenette giggled, making the taller male more afraid of him than he previously was.

out of nowhere, koishi had softly kissed at him on the forehead. “I still love you, don't worry.” that was, without a doubt, nowhere near reassuring. how could he not worry after his hand was stabbed and his cheek was slit by a box cutter?

   once the purplenette started unbuttoning kagehara's uniform, he tried to kick koishi. he immediately stopped after he'd remembered that his legs were tied to the bed, leading him to cry on the spot.

   “I'm just gonna clean you.” the purplenette responded with the most bland expression ever. 'can't he just do that WITHOUT taking off my clothes?' kagehara thought, getting brought back to reality when the cold air hits his chest. uh oh.

   kagehara, like the dumbass he is, protested. but his words were muffled due to his mouth being taped up. “geez, fine.” the purplenette harshly pulled the tape off of him, making him wince at the pain.

   the bluenette was shocked at the sudden action, partially because of the pain but also because koishi had actually taken off the duct tape. “k-koishi, why are you d-doing this—?” the pain of duct tape being taken off of him harshly had caused him to stutter, also because he was quite...afraid of what his former friend's response may be.

   “because I love you.” the purplenette tried to kiss him on the lips but the gesture was immediately refused due to kagehara's fear, “don't refuse.” koishi said sternly — you could easily tell he was irritated at the bluenette for denying the kiss, judging from the look on his face.

   since kagehara was too scared to find out what'd happen if he refused once more, he just nodded. the purplenette smiled softly at him, attempting to kiss him once more. well, it sorta worked.

   it was more...one-sided than a normal kiss between ordinary lovers, but they weren't lovers. neither were they ordinary. they were kidnapper and victim, ofcourse kagehara didn't reciprocate. why would he?

   during the kiss, koishi had already unzipped the bluenette's pants. he was too disgusted by the kiss to even notice it. he instantly pulled away after he realised it, “w-why are you taking my pants off—!?” he was slapped after his protest.

   “my neighbours might hear you.” he slid kagehara's pants off, throwing the piece of clothing on the floor. he was left with only his boxers.

   the bluenette had honestly expected him to take those off too, but he didn't. “don't struggle.” he untied the ropes after demanding kagehara to not struggle once more. he didn't even know koishi could carry him until he was stuck in the purplenette's hold while being brought to the bathroom.

   “stay still.” koishi ordered, setting him down on the already closed toilet.

   koishi took a clean cloth from his closet and dipped it in somewhat warm water, wiping kagehara's wounds with it. “w-what are you gonna do to me...?” the bluenette asked him, getting the same bland look in return.

   “I won't do what you think I might.” kagehara could tell he wasn't lying, which was — in a way — reassuring to the bluenette, considering what he thought could happen to him.

   “thank you, I guess..” he replied, earning a wide grin in return. was he happy just from kagehara saying a simple thank you? that's quite interesting.

   koishi proceeded to clean his wounds, along with name he'd written on the bluenette's neck, with a deep blush and a smile that you'd imagine a 13 year old girl would make after being confessed to by some guy they've been crushing on for years.

   which was, to koishi, what had just happened. kagehara never really thanked him for anything, so when the bluenette had said that, he'd taken this as somewhat of a confession.

   kagehara was genuinely surprised when he learned that koishi, the honor student, was messed up enough to think of his insincere gratefulness as a confession.

   the purplenette looked up at him, “I-I love you.” he said once again, this time with a bashful look on his face. the bluenette would be lying if he said this wasn't one of the most disgusting faces he'd seen from the shorter male infront of him.

   but in fear of seeing that wretched box cutter once more, “I....l-love you, too.....” the purplenette's response was even more gross than the previous one. he was drooling, sweating and blushing harder than he should. heck, kagehara even briefly saw the shorter male's hard on.

   (how did he get in this situation? he...doesn't know. he's too scared to know how he was even brought here. he was just taking a nap after finishing his homework then he suddenly woke up inside of koishi's room — which was covered in pictures of kagehara — and was tied to the bed before he knew it.)

   koishi's reaction was absolutely gross. it made kagehara wanna cry so badly — and he did. he cried, he cried and he cried. only turning the purplenette on even more.

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   I hope you were grossed out by that as much as I was.