[Heartbreak doesn't feel quite like this, does it?
No, but it's close. Sakamoto isn't surprised by the drumming of his heart, the dull ache that seeps into his brain and his body. He's aware that it's all imaginary, that he gets far too wrapped up in the pain of other people, as he can't bear to watch them suffer in any way, shape, or form.
Perhaps this is why, despite the uselessness he felt after losing his ability to fight, he has never once regretted his decision to help those poor men on that one fateful day. Here too is a poor man, a poor man in need of his help, help that he can give without any need to swing a sword.]
Not for me.
[Sakamoto starts slowly, as he doesn't want to scare his friend, so he simply presses a kiss there first, before nibbling at whatever bits of sensitive skin he can reach with his teeth.]
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No, but it's close. Sakamoto isn't surprised by the drumming of his heart, the dull ache that seeps into his brain and his body. He's aware that it's all imaginary, that he gets far too wrapped up in the pain of other people, as he can't bear to watch them suffer in any way, shape, or form.
Perhaps this is why, despite the uselessness he felt after losing his ability to fight, he has never once regretted his decision to help those poor men on that one fateful day. Here too is a poor man, a poor man in need of his help, help that he can give without any need to swing a sword.]
Not for me.
[Sakamoto starts slowly, as he doesn't want to scare his friend, so he simply presses a kiss there first, before nibbling at whatever bits of sensitive skin he can reach with his teeth.]