Take Your Hands Off My Neck and Hold On To the Ghost Of My Body

This Can End Now

"Sanemi..."

Genya jolted awake, looking around for the source of the noise.

Was it coming from the next room?

He pressed his ear against the wall, listening intently.

He heard a slap.

Was his brother fighting someone?!

He listened further and his eyes widened.

"Oh my god, no."

He gasped, jumping away and falling off the bed in the process.

Not fighting.

The sudden commotion woke Muichiro up from his sleep, and he immediately sat up, looking at Genya on the floor.

"Why?"

Was all he had to ask.

Genya just stared in horror at the wall, and Muichiro followed his gaze.

"Holy shit, are they fu-"

"Don't!"

Genya whisper-shrieked.

"Don't say it."

He didn't even want to imagine who could be behind that wall with his brother. That was disgusting.

Muichiro on the other hand, seemed very interested.

"Oh my God is that Tomioka? Didn't picture him as a bottom."

He stated plainly. If he was feeling any sense of disgust, he was doing very well at hiding it.

"I don't want to know- Wait Tomioka?! The Water Hashira?! Bottom????"

Genya said all at once in a babble of words.

"Yeah, it always seemed like they hated each other."

Muichiro mused.

"I guess it makes sense he'd bottom, I couldn't see your brother doing it, too much pride."

"What is a bottom?!

"Y'know, like top and bottom."

"I don't know what your talking about."

Muichiro paused, turning and blinking at him.

"Genya, tell me you know what se-"

"Yes!"

Genya interrupted.

"Its when a guy and a woman-"

"Not like that."

Muichiro interjected, not letting him finish his crappy explanation.

"Like, Gay Se-.......Stuff."

He changed his wording halfway to adapt for Genya's apparent fear for the word.

Genya stared at him.

"That's a thing?"

"Genya, you sweet innocent boy, did you not know that guys could fuck?"

"Get off the floor."

Muichiro patted the space on the bed next to him.

"I feel obligated to explain."

..........................

half an hour later, Genya was practically short circuiting. Luckily his mind had been mostly taken off of the sounds next door, but now he was redder than a tomato.