Sakamoto shifts around slightly so that he can be comfortable while bearing the weight of his friend's body. Heavy as it is, it's magnificent. Stupid people have trusted this notorious con-man with many things, but never has anyone entrusted him with their heart.
A heart is a tender and fragile thing, and maybe his hands are too clumsy to hold one without dropping it. But this time he won't hesitate to take it, he has been afraid to before in the past. Intimacy of this nature is something he has both dreaded and craved, searched for and never found beneath the sheets of cold strangers.
Wouldn't it be nice to go out on a normal date? To not have to imbibe copious amounts of alcohol to keep from noticing the scowl on the face of whoever he's with, so that he can ignore the insincerity of their voices or the disgust written so clearly all over their faces.
im like 3 days too late i hate myself for loving themes
Sakamoto shifts around slightly so that he can be comfortable while bearing the weight of his friend's body. Heavy as it is, it's magnificent. Stupid people have trusted this notorious con-man with many things, but never has anyone entrusted him with their heart.
A heart is a tender and fragile thing, and maybe his hands are too clumsy to hold one without dropping it. But this time he won't hesitate to take it, he has been afraid to before in the past. Intimacy of this nature is something he has both dreaded and craved, searched for and never found beneath the sheets of cold strangers.
Wouldn't it be nice to go out on a normal date? To not have to imbibe copious amounts of alcohol to keep from noticing the scowl on the face of whoever he's with, so that he can ignore the insincerity of their voices or the disgust written so clearly all over their faces.
Will Zura be disgusted with him, one day?
Maybe.]