Red

Faster than the wind
Passionate as sin
Ending so suddenly

Mucho wasn't his first love but Sanzu knew that he really did care for Mucho. Not only as a family but someone who he wanted to cherish and protect. Although at first he did want to play the innocent game and manipulate the older male, but as time went on Sanzu learned to care for the older male.

The first time they met was when Mikey dragged his beat up ass to the last division of Toman. After spending a month being passed around different divisions Mikey finally had enough and decided that he should stay with the 5th division, where he met Mucho.

At first he didn't really get along with Mucho since the guy was isolating himself, not that he was any different. Sanzu also isolated himself, which he did everytime he was put into a different division. But Mucho was persistent even when he was isolating himself he tried his best to keep Sanzu away from fights. But the latter seemed to always find trouble wherever he goes.

"I heard you fought another gang by yourself, why did you do that?" Mucho asked, while moving the knight across the shogi board. Sanzu shrugged his shoulders watching Mucho's moves on the game they were playing. "They called Toman lame. I couldn't let that pass." Sanzu says, moving to keep his king piece safe.

Mucho sighed he knew Sanzu had a wild personality and would fight anyone in a snap of a finger, but his bravery was something to be taken note of. Sanzu wasn't as muscular as many of their other members, he was slim and really no one would expect that someone with a pretty face like his would fight back.

"You know you have to take care of yourself. It would be a waste if that pretty face of yours gets ruined." Mucho says unintentionally including the last part. Sanzu let out a small surprised sound as he stared at Mucho's face. The older boy had a soft blush appearing on his ears.

Sanzu raises a brow at the statement Mucho had let out. Me? Pretty? Like hell that's true. Sanzu wasn't pretty nor was he handsome. Sure he had long lashes and many have mistaken him for a girl but his face has scars. And that alone didn't make him pretty.

"Pretty you say. My face is scarred, what's so pretty about it?" Sanzu asks for the first time in a while he let out emotion as he spoke with amusement and curiosity. "Everything, your eyes, your scar. Everything about you is beautiful." Mucho said standing up from the chair he was sitting on to crouch in front of Sanzu.

Mucho's hand felt cool against his skin, but his touch was warm and gentle that Sanzu couldn't believe this guy was someone violent. Not that he could judge, he himself was a complete opposite of his appearance, his slim and feminine build often got the wrong crowds messing with him.

"I'm a guy, just in case you're forgetting." Sanzu says his voice low. He had never questioned his sexuality nor had he doubted it, not even when he was getting cat calls from older gangs but whenever he was with Mucho the world stops and everything feels like it has fallen in its rightful place.

"I don't care but I might kiss you if you don't tell me to stop." Mucho answered, caressing Sanzu's cheek with his thumb. "Do it then. What's stopping you?" Sanzu was quick to reply, he didn't think much except for the fact that he also wanted to know what it would feel like kissing Mucho.

The moment their lips touched everything around them fell quiet. It was like everything was at peace the moment they kissed. Sanzu felt butterflies as Mucho's chapped lips touched his soft bruised ones.

Their kiss didn't last long, probably just a couple of seconds but it was sweet and he could feel the lingering taste of Mucho on his lips. So that's how it feels. He thought as he touched his lips after they separated.