[It's here and now that he's reminded of something painful, a memory that stings like the cold wind of winter.
Was his first time in the midst of winter? He doesn't remember.
Sakamoto murmurs something unintelligible, shifting even closer, breathing heavily as he basks in Zura's warmth and gentle touch. The hands on his bicep make his spine tingle, and he feels fulfilled in a way he has never experienced quite before.
That night so long ago was a miserable one, a night of drunken stupor and bad decisions. He had not been prepared for the woman's looks of disdain, and he hadn't been entirely sure of what to do with his body. There was no love in it, he knew that would be the case even before he paid her salary, but that made it all feel disgusting. With age he would grow numb to it.]
I-
[He's about to say something quippy, something about how a troublemaker is always troublesome, but he's silenced by Zura's sincerity. It is a rare moment to see Sakamoto's cheeks redden with bashfulness, but he breathes a happy sigh as he hears the praise he didn't know he wanted so very much.]
I like yours too.
[He brushes over one of Zura's hands with his own, squeezing it tightly.]
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Was his first time in the midst of winter? He doesn't remember.
Sakamoto murmurs something unintelligible, shifting even closer, breathing heavily as he basks in Zura's warmth and gentle touch. The hands on his bicep make his spine tingle, and he feels fulfilled in a way he has never experienced quite before.
That night so long ago was a miserable one, a night of drunken stupor and bad decisions. He had not been prepared for the woman's looks of disdain, and he hadn't been entirely sure of what to do with his body. There was no love in it, he knew that would be the case even before he paid her salary, but that made it all feel disgusting. With age he would grow numb to it.]
I-
[He's about to say something quippy, something about how a troublemaker is always troublesome, but he's silenced by Zura's sincerity. It is a rare moment to see Sakamoto's cheeks redden with bashfulness, but he breathes a happy sigh as he hears the praise he didn't know he wanted so very much.]
I like yours too.
[He brushes over one of Zura's hands with his own, squeezing it tightly.]