Pᴀʀᴀᴅᴏxɪᴄᴀʟ (sanzu×rindo)

Chapter 3: Who?

Mouth agape, the pink haired male felt embarrassed and slightly ashamed. Memories of last night surfaced into his head, as a light dust of pink coated his cheeks.

"So it wasn't a dream after all...."

As those words left his lips, the other male who was still unconsciously asleep in the comfort of his bed turned around, making Sanzu dart away in fear of waking up the other.

Dropping his legs down the bed, he stood up, grabbing his clothes that laid strewn on the floor at every corner of the room. He hurriedly put on his clothes, yet made sure he was quiet enough not to wake the other up from his slumber.

As he wore his clothes, he couldn't help but notice the claw marks on his back, and not to say the unsightly mess his usual neat pink mullet was in.

Glancing back at the Bonten executive, he admired the peaceful sight of the other.

And for a second, a thought ran through his head:

'I really do wish that I can wake up to such a sight everyday.....'

Yes—it was something even a kid could understand quickly—Sanzu had most definitely caught feelings for that guy in the room. Even if that guy couldn't even remember who he was.

The warm morning sun rays poured into the room through the windows, cascading on Rindo's sun-kissed features. His mop of purple hair was strewn over his god-carved features, it's blue streaks complimenting it's overall tone as it gave an eye-catching and calm view. His lips were of a rosy shade, plump and slightly swollen from last night's event. Sanzu's eyes then chanced upon Rindo's hand that was poking out of the blankets.

He stared at the white gloves covering his hands, and a question as to why Rindo hadn't removed them when they tore off their clothes last night stumbled upon his mind.

In fact, Sanzu had never seen Rindo without those gloves. And given how drunk he was yesterday, it must've been a habit not to remove those gloves when people were around.

And even though Sanzu felt the slight hint of curiosity bubble in him that was multiplying at a rapid pace, he pushed that impulse away, feeling guilt swallow him up for even having that thought in his head.

Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts, he twisted the door knob open, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he closed the door quietly, walking a short distance down the hallway to his own room.
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Eyes blinking harshly, the male seemed more like wincing as the bright sun rays pierced into his lilac eyes.

Rubbing his eyes, his eyelids came into contact with the rough contact of something. Peeling his eyes open, he stared at his usual white, clean gloves now stained with some suspicious looking liquids.

Pulling them off, he threw them to a corner of the room as he sat up, the joints of his body creaking at every movement he made.

With the current state he was in, he could only suspect he got himself drunk last night.

Like really, really drunk.

Groaning, he stretched those hardened joints that yearned to be cracked. And as he did so, he could feel the headache sink into his head as his muscles ached. And most obviously, his back ached.

Pulling on some dress pants from his drawer, he slotted his hands into a clean white blouse, ignoring the pieces of clothes laying on the floor at every corner of the room.