𝕂𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕒 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 💴📞🔧🧰

Computer love

Sexual content I guess

Third person POV

Kaz: hey crazy idea.
Kaz: lets meet irl ✌️😳

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Fuyuhiko kuzuryu, or as known on the Internet, ☻𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗.𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤☹, sat on his bed, sticking his head out his window and watching the movie that played on the neighbors television as icy wind slapped his face.

He had a television of his own yes, hell, it was even a flat screen. But the feeling he got whenever he felt the air outside air against his pale skin as he watched cliche teen love movies on a tv that wasn't even his was a fuzzy one. One that made him feel calm and nervous at the same time.

A loud ping from his computer snapped him out of his thoughts. Kazuichi had sent something.

Sighing, Fuyuhiko turned to his laptop and read his lovers message.

As mentioned before, Fuyuhiko was popularly known as ☻𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗.𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤☹ on the Internet. His account was known for his most of his scenecore aesthetic pictures he edited of himself wearing various creepy looking masks in each one.

One day he'll be wearing a vintage baby face mask, the next a red demon one, etc.

Not only was it pleasant for his viewers, but the masks made it easy for Fuyuhiko to maintain his comfortable "loser" life and a world famous one too.

Despite having deep love for each and every one of his fans and slight mutuals, he had the same amount of fear for them. As his fame grew and grew, he kept his identity even more of a secret, in fear of getting stalked, harassed, or even killed.

Nonetheless, Fuyuhiko's fame has helped him quite a lot. Soon enough he became a verified account and had begun earning money for his pictures and prints he sold on the internet. Not only was he earning money on the internet, but he worked week day shifts as a waiter at a surprisingly well paying restaurant.

So far, his "loser" life was getting to be pretty successful.

Kaz: hey crazy idea
Kaz: lets meet irl ✌️😳
—

Fuyuhiko stood at one end of a sidewalk, watching an obnoxious amount of cars drive past him.

He wore his baby face mask while he texted Kazuichi on his phone.

Kaz: you look cute.

Those words made Fuyuhiko blush furiously, making him glad he wore his mask.

Hiko: I'm wearing a mask you can't even see me.

Kaz: I know. I can just tell
that you're beautiful.

Fuyuhiko looked up from his phone to see Kazuichi walking towards him across the streeet. Once they were face to face, The pinkette gave him a tight hug, which Fuyuhiko hugged back to.

"I thought I'd only get to see you in the pictures you sent," the taller male said, a smile painted on his face.

"I know."

—

Fuyuhiko stood over his sisters graves, the pastel 5 am sky looked over him like a dome.

He traced the large scar over his eye with his finger before speaking.

"I met someone new today," he said, scared of his own voice.

Before turning around and leaving, he dropped a dark rose on both natsumi and peko's grave.
—

Fuyuhiko carefully slipped onto his bed, back into Kazuichi soothing grasp just as he was before he left. Unfortunately, just after Fuyuhiko comfortable, kazuichi's eyes greeted Fuyuhiko's one eye as he smiled.

Kazuichi hesitantly lead towards Fuyuhiko's face, peppering a soft kiss on the blond's scar as a good morning.

He liked it.

—

Night had hit earlier than fuyuhiko thought. Before spending the night sitting on Fuyuhiko's bed, watching their neighbors crappy tv shows, they had spent their time at a diner, where they shared a small container of overly greased fries.

The quiet atmosphere between them felt calm and comforting, something both Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi longed for.

Before long, the pinkette tackled the shorter male against his bed with his arms around him. Kazuichi wanted to spend every moment with Fuyuhiko, being able to, in some way, touch him.

—

Weeks had past, kazuichi's weekend stay overs came and left, and the neighbors tv stayed on every week after 11pm.

"Y-you can't," Fuyuhiko breathed out. Hot, foggy air emitted from him and sweat rolled down his face.

Kazuichi rested his chin on the others shoulder, taking in Fuyuhiko's sweet scent and he was being straddled.

The pinkette began unbuttoning Fuyuhiko's dress shirt, just enough to make it fall just below his blushed shoulders.

"I won't go all the way, promise," was all Kazuichi whispered before running his hand up the others shirt, gently tracing his spine with his long, slender fingers, taking in every shudder and shortened breath Fuyuhiko made.

—

Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi sat on the roof of their house, watching the terrible traffic below them.

Fuyuhiko stood close to Kazuichi, not only was he wearing his baby face mask, he was wearing one of kazuichi's big sweaters. It made him feel safe, well, as far as safe went for him.

"That mask looks nice on you," Kazuichi complimented, breaking the silence.

Fuyuhiko just tilted his head in confusion.

"What mask?"

I'll explain this whole thing if any one wants me to-

Requests?