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𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦<3

𝘐'𝘮 '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴...<3
Fry Me In A Pan - Talkshow Boy

  ||  CW; breaking bones, description of ribcage crushing, mentions of harm to self and others. All fiction!

  ||  Characters; Pregame Shuichi Saihara, Pregame Kokichi Ouma

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Nothing could beat now, not one thing in the world. The way I feel, only Kokichi is the reason, I'd do so so much to feel this forever. The sweet sweet body heat I'm stealing, one of many of my favorite things about him. It's so comforting, overwhelming, I feel like I'm floating when I feel his touch! This alone is significantly better than being able to taste foods or being able to see the world around me, I'd give up that and everything else if I had to, just for his heat.
My fingers were meant to feel his silky hair, his long strands of soft and delicate hair were meant to be held by only me, without a doubt. I never, ever want to let go, I won't. You're so small I could crush you! I could really break some bones, tear some flesh if I wanted to. He's so beautiful kept together, as one. I bet he'd be just as pretty torn apart, though.
Gahh.. His hot, humid breath feels so good against my chest.. I can't stop shaking, over him. Everything he makes me do, I almost feel bad for stopping! I won't stop, I will never stop loving you, you can count on that, sweet.
I'm shaking again, still? I'm so afraid. I don't want this to end, my vision is dark and cloudy. I don't want to move, but wouldn't being closer to each other feel better? Feel so so so much better, huh? My arms won't move, they won't, I can't make them but I'm trying, love.
Maybe, I can, pushing away my love makes me want to kill him and I on spot. I would, I'd be ready and armed, I'd commit without hesitation. And I don't want to be tested, not if it's going to be a waste. I plan not to waste a moment with my beloved, I will love him 'till my breathing stops.
Now my head is up to his chest, I feel much closer, we feel much closer, if I had the items to sew our bodies together, I would. That way, he couldn't remove himself from me, no matter how much he wanted to. He wouldn't want to, because I'm here to give him everything he wants, he'd be greatful!
All my thoughts, I can't hear any of them. Not that I want to, not over my favorite song, a song I could never get bored of, even as my alarm, even as my ringtone. Oh, to replace all other sound in the world with this song, I'd pay anything for it. These heart beats, they belong to me, his heart belongs only to me. It sounds so close, I want to touch it. If I were to touch it, feel it, how long could I preserve it? How long could I continue listening to it's beautiful songs? As long as I'm listening to him, I can't feel anything else, this is the one thing I want to experience for the rest of the time I have, I will live forever like this. If the music stops, I will leave with it.
You make my head spin, in the best way possible, beloved, my sweet. I hope you can feel my body against yours, do you enjoy my heat as much as I crave yours? Your everything is so lovely, the music is fast now. Everything feels so tense, every part of my body, I no longer have control over. You see what you do to me, lovely? Everything is so tight, knowing there's no way any space is left between us excites me, I want more of you!
...What? I can feel into his body, he welcomes me in with each crack and crumble, further and deeper. I can feel so much of you. Have I held you too tight, love? I've crushed your ribcage. I'd be quite sad if that were to stop me from loving you, I'm glad I can hurt you like this. Please, cry my favorite tears for me, you're the source of my pleasure.
Kokichi? I can't feel you anymore, where are you? My ears are pounding with pain, your music is so loud, it doesn't sound like you anymore, not your gentle and comforting beats, you put me in a world of pain and pleasure, my love.
He has left, my sweet is gone, I can feel the warm sun hitting my face now. I refuse, I refuse I open my eyes, he should be with me. I refuse to open my eyes just to see an alarm clock. The more it begs, the louder it screeches, the stronger the taste of vomit is in my mouth. He was here, he was here with me, my love. What do I need to do for you? What would you like me to do in return for your heart and love? I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid to spill my insides for you, I will write you my words in blood. My love, if I find you in the afterlife, can I keep you?

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴...<3
Fry Me In A Pan - Talkshow Boy