▸ ‘ & Ritsu  ;

                   A twitch and a scowl. The pain the other’s tightened grip brought him
                   was slight but it was there all the same. It was merely his misplaced
                   sense of  PRIDE  that stopped him from voicing it out loud just then,
                   opting for an  attempt to shake off  Takano’s hand from him,  albeit a
                   poor one at that. He was quick to  IGNORE  the implied desperation
                   such  an action must have, was quick to not think about the  W H Y 
                   Takano was doing this in  the first place in favour  of simply trying to
                   get away. He did not WANT to know. 

                   He did not want to be under the illusion that the other really had been
                   serious about him, that he was still serious about all of this, that this
                   was not a GAME of some sort. He did not want to hope for therein laid
                   trouble and heartache, and only fools truly would put themselves willing-
                   ly through that a second time. 

                   But his name… his name rolled off Takano’s tongue in almost a nostal-
                   gic way that it was enough to catch Titsu off-guard, eyes simply drawing
                   to a close the moment chapped lips forced themselves unto his own. 

                   He was not going to be swept away. No, not again. He was ——— 

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                               ———— totally getting swept away. 

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                   Bruised lips pressed against one another as Takano fought for dominance. The overwhelming warmth that spread through his body was enough to push him over the edge–indulging himself with Onodera’s whole being. His scent, his warmth, his cries–the editor could practically live off the love he had for the other. Clutching the other’s shirt tightly, Takano could feel their hearts beating close together; their pace just as fast as one another’s. The anxiety that built within him began to deteriorate as the soft sounds of their breathing echoed through the room. Slowly moving away from his lover, the editor gazed upon him; his eyes glossy beneath his long strands. There was a moment of silence shared between the two–giving Takano the chance to compose himself before falling apart once more. 

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                               “Ritsu…Tell me. Do you still love me…
                             the way you loved me when we were still
                              teenagers? Do you still think about me?
                                 Do I even matter to you anymore?”

                       Desperation fell from the elder’s lips as Takano spoke; his voice unwavering as he hid his true emotions. The questions he had mustered up to ask were those that he thought of during the disappearance of Onodera, causing him to spiral downward into a terrible place. The void in his heart, though still in the process of being repaired, gaped as he stared back at the other–awaiting his answer.

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