"Hey Shougo." She called from the piano, delicate fingers scribbling dots and lines onto the manuscript, hearing her call, the man looked up from his book "Listen to this, will ya?"
He stood up from the couch and walked over to stand behind her, bending down to her eye-level as she arranged the sheets and started grazing her fingers over the keys. Slowly, gently, music started filling the room and their ears. With each notes she seemed to draw him in even closer, with each touch of the hammers, they were both intoxicated in this music that she writes. How sweet yet how passionate. He closed his eyes as images floated around, images of them, a story she's telling. How peculiar, he never recalled them having such romance.
His eyes went from the key to her face, such a calm, serene, happy face whenever she plays. How he wished she could show it more, rather than the tensed, stale one she put up whenever she walked the street, whenever she saw him covered in blood. He didn't know he was leaning closer until the music stopped and her lips were captured in his.
Yukari's eyes snapped wide in shock but the lids slowly shut and she let herself kiss him, arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, closer, even closer until her back hit the floor with a thud. Not breaking off the kiss, Shougo gathered her in his arms and hurriedly, almost drunkenly, carried her into his room. He dropped her on the bed and continued straddling her, his lips landed on her cheeks, her ears, her neck. He nibbled at the fabric that separated their skin before impatiently undoing each button. He sat up to throw his shirt into some corner of the room and bent down again, only to be pushed off and set on his back.
Looking up in shock, he can see locks of hair dangling on his chest as if teasing him, her cheeks flushed as her eyes glowed an incoherent emotion. He smirked, letting her kiss him roughly, his hands tearing off the dress, unclipping her bra. The room was soon filled with groans and moans as clothes scattered on the floor.
None said a word to each other, they just let the night pass as it pleased. Breathless kisses, tangled limbs, searching hands. It was just like an adventure, a story that they created. One that they don't know where it can takes. One that they aren't sure will end well. After all, in a world where human value is computerized, can there exist such a romance?
That last thought left Yukari's mouth as her eyes closed and she succumbed to slumber in the warmth of his embrace. Looking at the frail woman beside him, Shougo smiled softly, pressing his lips to her forehead.
"Just a while longer, Yukari. When it's complete, you'll have nothing to worry about. It'll be a world where people like us can live. It'll be a world where you will smile happily. I promise."
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Dilemma of the Misfits (Makishima Shogo x OC)
Romance"Perhaps in this world, we can never be considered humans, I've never considered it solitude since you are always here beside me. For you to keep smiling so passionately, so bravely, so beautifully, I would gladly flatten this world with the palm of...
