Chapter 5: Entering the battlefield
Going from Tokyo to Kyoto, if you take the Shinkansen, takes about 3 hours. And at times like this, some people can feel bored. And other people may take a nap to pass the time. And other people can take work to do. But for Mr. Athist, these three hours are a time of spiritual stimulation.
The person's thoughts turned to the person next to him, then he saw that his handsome lover had already gone to sleep. So he just sat and sighed. If I wanted to eat a boxed lunch, I couldn't even swallow it. And even if he wanted to take his phone to play and kill time, it is not possible either. Not even a few phrases to rehearse and introduce yourself come to mind. His stomach is full of nervousness. Because this is a personal meeting. Where I would actually visit Shin's house.
Oat has probably been to Japan many times, but he has never entered the main house in Kyoto. This is really the first time.
The last time I almost went alone.
The wandering thoughts made his mind remember the first time he visited Shin's house in Thailand. At that time he still didn't like Shin. He didn't like him at all, even his actions, and his habit of worrying about his phi, in addition to his attractive appearance that makes everyone want to have sex with him. Ultimately, he didn't want to be close to this child, but he was brought home by the other one, and he indulged in sex with him again.
Looking back, Oat doesn't know why he did it then. Perhaps out of anger, dissatisfaction or provocation. He went too far, and then he realized that it was he who couldn't take his eyes off that man.
Shin has high self-esteem, he has never been cute, he has never been weak, he has never needed protection. But this person entered his heart little by little. When he realized, his eyes were unable to move in any other direction.
Oat thought as he looked at the sleeping face, taking in the seductively thick eyebrows, the light eyelids, the picturesque nose or even the ever-thinking lips. Seeing everything in sight, and then realizing how beautiful this boy looks, and how charming he is. Although he thought they didn't have the same opinion, but when he really understood it, Shin was a very nice person.
Shin may not speak, but he cares about the people around him.
Shin may act like he doesn't care about anyone, but he knows what he does for each person.
Shin can do whatever he wants, but he never causes trouble for anyone.
Shin may have slept with anyone everywhere, but if he loves someone, he would stay with only that person.
The person next to you has many different opinions. But the perception that Oat feels most every day is Shin is the one he loves.
Haizzzz. How do you think about that?
The thinker slowly shook his head. I was thinking about visiting the other person's house. But he was lost until he didn't know when his emotions began to hit his heart. Until he came to his senses, thinking of Shin's family in Thailand, both Shin's father and mother, they all greeted him happily. There is no hate. There is no criticism because a man like him understands what kind of person Shin is. But here at home it's different.
"Sighzzzzzz."
The former education superior sighed again, involuntarily reaching out to grab the other's hand, looking at the palm that was neither soft, nor small, nor fragile. The hand was like his, mixed together, but now Oat liked it, liked it more because their hands were the same size clasped together more than any other.
Glu.
The thought makes the tips of his fingers slide into the other's hand, playing lightly, feeling the hand that has played the guitar a lot, calloused and rough at the same time. But it's so warm that it's scary to intertwine your fingers. Looking at his clenched fists, he then smiled.
