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"are you gonna run away from me now that you know?"
"why would i do that? it's not that you said something that hurt me"
"well... it did hurt me! but, it's something that had to do with you! so there's no reason for me to leave" you quickly added, as you looked up at him.
"i guess you're right" he said, as he run his fingers through your hair.
you stayed silent for some time, both deep into your thoughts;
you were trying to grasp everything that was said and done. every single word he told you. every single action you did.
and how things escalated and in a moment of vulnerability and his need for closure· you found yourself naked and your limbs tangled with his.
touya, on the other hand, was mostly thinking of how things would escalate if you found out his connection with all for one.
this was something he didn't want to experience, so he decided to try to keep you away from anything that would expose such truth to you.
"are you feeling okay?" you softly asked, as you gently traced the skin of his chest with your fingers.
"just fine, angel!"
he tightened his arms around you, before kissing your lips.
"you know..." you started, the moment he pulled away.
"the more i look at you, the more i see it"
"see what?"
"the resemblance" you answered, as you slightly lifted your body.
"oh, really?" he asked, a smirk on his face.
"i'm just trying to picture how you'd look like without the scars... and, i'm so sorry for saying this, but; you look like your dad"
he looked at you, before breaking into a fit of laughter. you were stuck staring at him, a blush covering your cheeks at the sound.
"and then you call himiko a lunatic!" you joked, looking at him.
"because she is!"
"talk about yourself! you sound like a madman when you laugh!"
"aren't i just that, princess?"
"you definitely are!"
his hands moved from your waist, up to your breasts, squeezing them in his hands.
"quick question"
"no"
"do you have white or red hair?"
"i said no"
"i don't take no as an answer" you said, looking down at him.
"especially from a man who's squeezing my breasts like they're stress balls"
"it's both white and red" he answered in defeat.
"like your youngest brother's?"
"no. absolutely not"
"naturally red but turned white because of the stress and all... that" he continued.
"and you've been dyeing it all this time?" you asked in surprise.
he nodded, his eyes locked on your breasts. he kept on playing with them, trying to get a reaction out of you.
"didn't know you were interested in massage"
"eh, not really. i'm interested in touching you" he said, pinching your nipples.
that certainly got him a reaction; a soft moan from your parted lips. he switched your positions, having you under him for the nth time.
"i'm also interested in claiming you mine again and again"
