hajime collapses onto his bed. his fingers throb with toorus touch still implanted onto the curves of his palm. he holds it out towards the ceiling, wishing he could cut of his hand and frame it with a caption written: 'tooru held my hand during my walk back to my house'
he then places his left hand on his heart, feeling its thump grow weaker and weaker, the sound soon ebbing away. desire and need soon replaces the sound, its roar aching hajime's head. and through simple impulse, he tugs for his phone.
the struggle soon dissipates as he unlocks his phone and taps tooru's picture on the top right.
then the heat in his pants.
then the impulse.
and then the release of it all.
hajime loves tooru
careless
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a/n i wrote this horribly, he is jerking off here i dajlfhasdjkfhsdjf
