[As Sakamoto is thrust back onto the bed, his hips lurch upwards involuntarily. He hits something, hopefully something good, and bites his lip as Zura's voice resonates throughout the room.
There's an angry expression on other's face, despite the quick pace and elaborate gestures. Sakamoto wishes he could savor that noise, knowing that it will be burned into his memory forever, but he wonders for a moment...
Is it real? This is a disgusting thought that seeps into his mind; it poisons everything. Sake, where is the sake? He craves it to dim the unpleasant whispering of a voice he can hardly place, a voice that often visits him at night when he wishes to be alone, to sleep.
Perhaps he doesn't deserve this.
Quietly, Sakamoto struggles to take hold of Zura's hands, as if to apologize. He wants to say, "I'm sorry. I don't know what to do."
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There's an angry expression on other's face, despite the quick pace and elaborate gestures. Sakamoto wishes he could savor that noise, knowing that it will be burned into his memory forever, but he wonders for a moment...
Is it real? This is a disgusting thought that seeps into his mind; it poisons everything. Sake, where is the sake? He craves it to dim the unpleasant whispering of a voice he can hardly place, a voice that often visits him at night when he wishes to be alone, to sleep.
Perhaps he doesn't deserve this.
Quietly, Sakamoto struggles to take hold of Zura's hands, as if to apologize. He wants to say, "I'm sorry. I don't know what to do."
But nothing comes out.]