leGomaann
Shinazugawa Sanemi mistakes restraint for discipline and distance for survival. Y/N become the flaw in that logic, a presence he cannot excise without tearing something vital loose. What begins as hostility curdles into fixation, intimacy reduced to vigilance, violence and denial. This is not a love story, but a record of slow corrosion of desire that is treated like infestation, like restraint that becomes self-mutilation, and of two people who endure each other long enough to realise that rot does not announce itself as love.
crossposted!
this is my first time doing an actual story instead of just oneshots, so bare w me...
The first chapter is a little bit shorter than the others dont mind it.
slow updates! (for now until school break, but i have a few chapters written already)