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20: shihori's acceptance

20: shihori's acceptance
Alt. Title: ⚠️⚠️⚠️ ehe, maybe a smidge of smut? 🔞🔞🔞

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yashimiry - 😩💅
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Yua Shihori, for the first time since it dawned on him, admitted that he was a scum of society as he once again captured Yuuta's lips with his own.

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Yua Shihori the pervert: "..." I fucked up.

He really fucked up this time.

Glancing at the half naked youth lying beside him on the bed, the urge to drown himself in the sea grew strong. But despite his shame, a disgusting sense of pride welled up in his heart as he eyed the marks he made on Yuuta's skin. Shihori's heart quivered as he leaned towards the youth.

Stop, he wanted to run away. You have to stop, Hori. But he kept leaning further down until his lips landed on the bite mark he left behind on Yuuta's shoulder. The nurse was about to suck on it when he met a pair of dark blue eyes staring at him.

Stunned, he wanted to pull away when a pair of arms wrapped around his neck and made him stay in place.

"Shihori-san," the youth sounded sad and this made him think twice about pulling away. "Why are you pulling away? Do you hate me?"

"Of... course not." In fact, the one Shihori hated was himself.

"I..." Shihori tried to pull away, just so he could look at Yuuta's face but the other party did not let him. He ended up staying in the same position where he kissed Yuuta's shoulder. "Yuuta-kun, I don't hate you." At last, he managed to utter those words.

However, the arms around his neck tightened. "Then, do you regret what happened this afternoon?"

Of course... he didn't. But Shihori was afraid of his own answer. If he admitted it out loud, what would that make him? He would be worse than scum if he answered Yuuta's question with the truth.

"Hori-san." It sounded hoarse and gloomy, it sent a shiver down Shihori's spine as he stiffened in Yuuta's embrace. "Hori-san, I don't regret it."

Shihori squeezed his eyes shut.

"I really don't regret it."

He clenched his jaw.

"Hori-san, I love it very much."

"Yuuta-kun, please, don't tempt me," Shihori pleaded under his breath, resting his forehead on the youth's shoulder. "I beg you not to say any more. If you, if you really say any more, I don't know if I can still restrain myself." The bedsheet underneath his hands became wrinkled as he clenched onto it tightly. "Okay, Yuuta-kun?"

Unseen by Shihori, a streak of frustration glistened in Okkotsu Yuuta's eyes.

He thought, because of what happened earlier, that their relationship could move onto the next step. He didn't expect Shihori's self-control to be this strong. Even though something already happened between them, he still managed to stop himself from making any further moves.

"Hori-san, do you dislike it that much?"

"..." No, not really. In fact, I feel the same way as you.

The arms embracing the nurse disappeared. Instead, two hands reached up and cupped his face, guiding it until it was in front of Yuuta. There, the complexity of his emotions, one that cannot be deciphered, became visible to Okkotsu Yuuta.