Fall | hinata harem

chapter twenty-four

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Sakusa Kiyoomi

"For... me?"

We were going to pick up my painting today, so I had chosen to meet up with Shouyou at the nearby cafe, which had a long history of being a well-sanitized area.

When we sat down in the booth, I began the first stage of my four-step plan to make Shouyou fall in love with me.

Step one: Take him out for breakfast.

"Yes. I remember you talking about them the day you painted me. I thought you'd like them."

Step two: Give him a gift.

A small bouquet of his favorite flowers, Dunk had been the one to kindly inform me of Shouyou's floral preferences, and a set of paintbrushes that he had mentioned very briefly from a shop two blocks away.

He was as bright as a fresh cherry hanging from a tree branch in direct sunlight. He sputtered and tossed his hands around as if he suddenly forgot how to work them.

Shouyou had never received a gift so directly before, and I hadn't known until that moment.

"Thank-Thank... you..! Uhm, what's this for, exactly..?"

That's when step three comes into play.

Step three: Ask him out on a date tonight.

It was a simple outing I had planned for us. Anything more outlandish than these plans would require the exposure of ungodly amounts of bacteria- and not the good kind. As I was rather sensitive to the idea of germs crawling on me, I tried to avoid it.

It'd still be fun. We'd get some alcohol from the small local club in town and leave after a while to spend time alone with the kittens or wherever Shouyou wanted to go.

And, if step three went well, I would initiate step four.

Step four: Ask him to become my lover before I leave town.

I had hoped that he would agree. After all, what else did he have to do? But I didn't think that I had stirred him up so much that he wouldn't know what to do with himself. When you overwhelm someone, it's only natural they fall back on the things that give them a sense of stability.

To Shouyou, that happened to be sex and alcohol.

I remember everything so vividly after that point as if it happened just last night.

He denied me and said he couldn't accept the gifts. I made him take them anyway and asked why, and he said he was busy that night.

He just ran to someone else to use instead of confiding in me because we had grown so close in the small amount of time I was in his town that he viewed me as someone special to him, someone undeserving of being used.

We left the cafe pretty quickly after, the air too awkward to withstand anymore, and he bid me farewell. I could barely ask him if I'd see him again before I left, and he agreed that I would but never gave a time.

So, I ended up going to the club on my own, hoping to drink away my sorrows with my bodyguards to watch my back.

I was upset, both because I had never been rejected prior to this event, and because I had become so infatuated with winning Shouyou over that I had never even thought of him rejecting my advances.

I had come to love him to the point of physical heartache.

My bodyguards tried to cheer me up about the majority of the situation that they were made aware of, but I just couldn't seem to rid myself of this sinking feeling.

And my sinking feeling, as it turns out, wasn't just because of the rejection I endured.

The club had been in an uproar since before I came here, everyone talking about their quote-unquote "favorite bedwarmer" returning after a short break. I had turned my head to where everyone was glancing to see a large, well-built, and respectable-looking businessman under some odd trance.

He was moving against someone, grinding and groaning like an animal as if he couldn't control himself, and his mouth ate at any area it could reach on the smaller male hidden by the wall behind him and the large man in front of him.

I wondered who it could be, but a part of me already knew.

The man dropped to his knees, kissing the young man's knees and calves as one would do to praise royalty.

It was Shouyou who had a hand in this man's hair, who had the words "fuckhole" with an arrow pointing to his mouth written on his cheek with a marker and a blue cock drawn beside his eye, and it was Shouyou who stared into my eyes from afar, so intensely and ferociously that my knees trembled from my seat at the bar.

This man was devouring him like he was starved. Even when Shouyou's predatory eyes were on me, he still continued on, rubbing and pressing against Shouyou's body, desperate for a high that only Shouyou could give him.

How had he done that to that man?

I wondered what it'd be like to be on the receiving end of Shouyou's hypnotism- If that's what you want to call it. Seeing his godly body and becoming so obsessed with it to the point where you're acting like a dog in heat to get a taste of him.

And Shouyou just... goes along with it.

I'll never forget the smile he gave me before he turned his attention away. It was seductive, it was playful, yet apologetic all the same. Maybe it was my feelings putting a filter over my eyes, but it almost seemed as if he were promising me a turn.

So, after I had picked up my painting, I left town without so much as a goodbye from the little ginger. No phone number, no nothing, and when I returned a few months later, he had left town on his own for a while, and I wasn't able to see him.

Not until today, right now.

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