What he wants is to be something special. Something more than a friend, but Sakamoto doesn't quite understand that just yet. What on Earth could me more important than a friend?
He is confused because he has never had anything more, and is just now realizing how starved he is for that kind of affection, something personal and intimate and perhaps even a little bit selfish. His loving heart grows wearier by the day because he wears it out, but he drowns the pain in other ways, in liquor and in his laughter.
And so he sinks his teeth into the other man's skin, right where Zura's neck meets his shoulder, because he wants a taste of that desire.
The one he has always felt, but never been the object of.]
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What he wants is to be something special. Something more than a friend, but Sakamoto doesn't quite understand that just yet. What on Earth could me more important than a friend?
He is confused because he has never had anything more, and is just now realizing how starved he is for that kind of affection, something personal and intimate and perhaps even a little bit selfish. His loving heart grows wearier by the day because he wears it out, but he drowns the pain in other ways, in liquor and in his laughter.
And so he sinks his teeth into the other man's skin, right where Zura's neck meets his shoulder, because he wants a taste of that desire.
The one he has always felt, but never been the object of.]