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Post by Naoru Kehai on Feb 14, 2019 15:35:19 GMT -4
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith
Is when it's tested again and again everyday
I'm still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound but they're my sutures  When Naoru accidentally severed the arm of a battle drone he decided he had enough training for the day. There was one other time when he had something similar happen, pushing the headpiece of a drone back too much, enough to damage it, so he knew this point was when he had to stop before causing more collateral damage. By now, he was happy he decided to sit out the battle tournament and literally every other part of the event where he would have to show his quirk and abilities in front of the audience, the whole school, and probably the whole world as a result. When control was slipping out between his fingers like poisoned water, he knew it would be too dangerous to let loose in a friendly fight against other students. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them to retaliate and possibly stop him before more harm was done. It was that he was afraid of harming anyone in the first place. He was afraid of losing control. He apologized to the students and the teachers around who were supervising the training grounds, and then slipped off to grab a towel and be on his way, wiping the sweat from his neck and forehead. His U.A. gym uniform stuck to his back uncomfortably. His Aura was currently a coat on his body, covering his arms, shoulders and upper torso. He got a bit too heated during training, especially when the drones turned into shadows from the close past of the military camp in his mind. Before he knew it, he wasn’t fighting against mechanical adversaries, but a villain with shining neon lights bending to their will, and from that point on, it was inevitable for him to lose control over the situation. Something like this wasn’t allowed in a fight against other people, so he had to get rid of these ridiculous triggers and hallucinations before he could dream of going against other quirkers in spars. It was concerning, really. He tried not to show how much that time affected him still, as it seemed that most of the students were able to move on. The fiasco at the military camp happened nearly four months ago, and he could still feel shadows looming at his back, ready to strike. He dared not to bring the topic up in conversations, not to those who were present at that time, and never to those who had no idea what happened. And most of all, he dared not to bring it up to Sutetchi. His heart constricted when he thought about the boy. How would he ever be able to tell him what exactly happened back then? Sutetchi was kind enough to be honest about his own situation, all things considered, but Naoru... he would be unable to open up. How would he tell anyone that he could see villains who weren’t there whenever adrenaline rushed through him too quickly? So he didn’t. Pulling out his phone, he typed up a simple text and sent it to Sutetchi right away while walking through the school grounds. Done training. Heading back to the dorm to shower. Do you want to walk around the festival later?He got used to the habit of texting him so the boy would know where he was, how long he would have to wait in case he was alone. He noticed his boyfriend would get rather lonely and anxious on his own, so it was always better to update him on his status to ease his mind even just a little bit. If Sutetchi was in the mood, they could even tour the festival grounds. He half-expected the boy to meet him on the way to the dorms even, in which case, his shower would need to wait a little bit... He was also blissfully unaware that today’s date was actually Valentine’s Day. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2019 9:44:27 GMT -4
Sutetchi sat alone in the dorm room for a time... He'd been given a little more relaxed tension on his restrictions for the festival but he seemed less inclined to take advantage of such chances as he may have in other circumstances. The longer he remained at this school the more callous he was becoming. The more angry... While his jokes happened more and more and he seemed to talk to other students and act as if he belonged. It was in those moments he felt no one could see when he scowled... When he looked upon the other students and heroes with a impression of disgust. He despised the ideals and this entire place just as much as one might despise those who called themselves villains of this world. It was... so hard to just deal with this life. Even if he didn't say it allowed this wasn't being free. He was merely bound to a new jail cell. Forced to train to be a 'hero' and fight those deemed 'villains' one day. But not even able to stop them permanently but instead doom them to those horrid restraints and cells like he'd scene in his brief time in such lock ups. He was alone for now at this desk digging into his stitches with a razors edge. The distinct pain and mind shocking sensation one of the few things that could numb his anger, his fear, his malice for it all. He didn't like these people... he didn't trust these people. His skin crawled as if a thousand ants had wormed under his stitches wiggling within his veins. His mind burned as he could hear what the people thought of him burning in his imagination. Blood dripping down upon his desk as he snarled to himself. His yellow eyes burning bright as he bit hard into his tongue the smell of crimson fluid flooding his strong nostrils intoxicating him just as he- His eyes seemed to snap as if coming out of a hypnosis. Sweating and heated as the vibration of his phone seemed to startle him out of his mind shaken. Quickly wiping of the small knife and tucking it away resetting his stitches and adding a few new ones so it'd be impossible to even tell anything was a miss before answering it. There was only one person he ever expected to text him directly. His body coated in sweat as he reclined in his seat clicking away quickly at the buttons. I guess... Not like any of these people will really know how to have a good time. But I'm sure we can find something fun to do. Want any company for your shower?  He'd say in relative jest but of course there was a hint of truth to it too. Naoru's words and touch both in kindness and sensual type were some of the few reliefs in this world he ever really felt. He often pined for the days of middle school when a few miss adventures was all they had to worry about. Causing trouble at the arcade or bullying some annoying student and Naoru always pulling him out of trouble before it got to bad. The fumbling mess he felt the first time he wanted to kiss him trying to act tough the whole time... The first time they... He shook his head feeling his cheeks burn red. He couldn't help but wish it could just go back to that... Just the two of them. He didn't want to be in this cell any longer... But his choices otherwise all came at heavy costs. His sights for a moment though wondered off to the small box near the edge of his desk he'd gotten out the other day recently finished in the last couple days. Haruto's chocolates sutetchi had baked with Haruto's aid... It was a strange thing but also seemed right. He couldn't help but feel so weird at indulging in these stupid holidays. But the little bit of normal he felt from it with Naoru was... calming. It was the only really normal or stable thing in his life and even then one could hardly call them a normal couple. But he often wondered how long before these students might try and dissuade him from that. He knew it he could FEEL it they all despised him. He'd wait for a response grinding his teeth gnashing them against each other. Heroes... Villains... it was all a farce. He just wanted to live now that he'd seen what life was like on both sides. Maybe some twinkle within him still wanted to be a 'hero'. But this place wasn't going to make any heroes at least how he saw it. |
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Post by Naoru Kehai on Feb 26, 2019 5:46:35 GMT -4
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith
Is when it's tested again and again everyday
I'm still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound but they're my sutures Walking back toward the dorm and waiting for a reply to come, Naoru’s thoughts wandered to the boy he shared a room with. Their first meeting back in middle school days were, least to say, rather unique. A bullying attempt turned into a fight, and when it was all done, rather than staying away, Naoru decided to ask Sutetchi to meet another time out of curiosity for the delinquent’s background. Thinking back at it, it must have been accepted out of confusion, but since then, Naoru was spared of bullying from the other boy. It all instead turned into teasing, friendly banter, and soon enough, they were both comfortable to grow just a little weaker in each other’s presence. His phone buzzed as he reached the dorm building. Only vaguely wondering why it took so long for the other to answer, Naoru opened up his messages and nearly snorted at the reply. It was just like Sutetchi to accept an invitation in such a roundabout way even if he actually had the mood to go out onto the festival. Concerning the last question that was included, he bit the inner side of his lips for a moment. He felt a little daring, a little brave, maybe due to the adrenaline still working in his body after the training, but he only wrote one single word as a reply. “Sure.”It was teasing, and he knew it. Sutetchi was not the only one that could tease the other, in the end. Minutes later, he was already opening the door to their room, and his Aura was pulling back from covering his whole body to only gathering around his neck instead. “Hey, I am back.” He had failed to notice what exactly Sutetchi was doing not long before his return. The boy was good at covering up his traces, although Naoru was observant. He only saw that Sutetchi might be in a weird mood, though he assumed it was due to the fact he had to be holed up in the room, half-voluntarily. “I am sorry I had to leave you alone. Were you bored?” Having a little walk around the festival grounds might do him some good, especially since there were not that many people around this time of the day. He was also curious to gauge and figure out what effect his simple reply must have on Sutetchi. Zipping down the track sweater and slipping it off his shoulder, he rolled it up to discard it to the pile of clothing waiting to be washed later in the bathroom. He still had his black shirt and track pants on, but he would only get rid of those within the shower. He felt sticky and smelly from sweat, which was horrible even to him, not to mention those he was in one room with. He needed to get clean, and preferably right now. “I will shower and then we can go out. Are you coming too?” Was the only thing he said before opening the door to the simple bathroom connected to their room and slipping in, grabbing his shirt by the back of the neck and pulling it off. A healed and faded, barely visible scar run through his back from the right shoulder almost all the way to his rear bone, the only physical reminder of what happened at Semper fi. Any other scar from training had long healed already, only this one remained. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2019 13:34:40 GMT -4
He chuckled when Naoru had finally returned looking at him with a curved grin that slid up the side of his cheek in a almost eerie fashion. His head tiling as well as if on a light pivot seemingly just gazing at him as if looking at a invaluable item whose worth was precious. Chuckling a little as he tried to let his darkness fade and retreating back inside of himself. Not wishing to bring about his dark spirits or feelings now that Noaru had returned to him.
"I was able to distract myself well enough. Don't worry to much about me." Licking his lips and rising from his seat sliding a few things in his backpack for walking around the festival later with his love in hand. Hiding the chocolates as he stuck them in under his wallet and a few other things like a small stitching kit encase of accidents or a bottle or two of water. "Better bring a few things just encase when we actually go. Sometimes its crazy down there so who knows what we'll run into. That's half the fun though too I suppose tho." Chuckling dark in sound at that as he moved in close to Naoru a moment after kissing him softly on the cheek and taking his hand in his own.
Naoru had taken off most his clothing but still kept on the main pieces as he wanted to shower before they left. The sweat of his run still clinging to his flesh. Sutetchi's bloodhound like nose still smelling it. But Naoru's scent was one of calm, lust, and love. He chose not to comment on it though in t his moment not wishing to accidentally embarrass Naoru if he worded it wrong talking about how the boy may have smelled after all.
He'd reach down after and try and lift and remove Naoru's shirt through briefly if he'd been allowed and would lean in to kiss Naoru's chest where his heart would be then lightly upon his neck as well. "Oh I'd gladly keep you company." He'd say slipping off his own shirt tugging on Naoru's hand as if wanting to lead him towards the shower. "We haven't had a fun shower in awhile... I'll be sure to help you get to the hard to reach places. What do you say?" Curious to have a lightly fun cleaning time with his love and mate before the day to come could also have games and surprises as well.
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Post by Naoru Kehai on Mar 6, 2019 6:52:26 GMT -4
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith
Is when it's tested again and again everyday
I'm still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound but they're my sutures He watched Sutetchi for a few moments when he got back, to gauge his mood. He seemed fine, even told him he was, but that was never a sure indicator. Sutetchi was also someone that preferred to hide emotions and weak moments, so Naoru had to really watch him if he wanted to make sure he was alright, as he said. When Sutetchi rummaged about, packing a bag with all the different things for when they would go out and scout the festival, Naoru already turned around to head for the shower, so he didn’t see all the things that were packed. He expected a water bottle and a wallet, but not much else. He even laughed a little, hearing that his boyfriend was preparing himself for different possibilities. “It is not the apocalypse out there. And it is on school ground, so it is not like we need to prepare food for days and other daily necessities for going out.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “It will be fine, even if you only bring yourself and nothing else.”He leaned into the soft kiss and squeezed Sutetchi’s hand that took his own, before allowing the rest of his clothing to be removed. He played with the hem of his boyfriend’s shirt when he received two other kisses, his heartbeat jumping just a tad bit from the attention. He placed his palms on Sutetchi’s nape, buried his fingers in his hair when he was lost in the sensation for a short moment. It was so sweet, so unlike Sutetchi to do this, but at the same time Naoru was just so used to it... that it was normal to let his boyfriend do these small shows of affections no matter the time. Or no matter how sweaty and stinky he was. Once he helped the other remove his shirt as well, he went on to get rid of the rest of the clothes too. “Not that kind of company. I really, really need that shower, so unless you wash my back, wait outside.” It was playful, not at all harsh, and he knew it was received as such. His hands would find their way to Sutetchi’s wrists, tracing the scars and stitches there, idly wondering if those were present before, or if they were added recently as bodyparts were changed. He pulled just as he was tugged, and opened the shower to set a comfortable temperature. Once showered, and finally, finally clean, only then would he give Sutetchi a kiss on the neck, and another full one on the lips. Naoru wasn’t vain, not exactly, but the state of his body, his appearance was still something he cared for a bit more than other boys. Due to the state of his mutation, he had to think about his choice of clothes and appearance in general, even if nowadays he was much more open about not hiding every parts of his mutation from others. He still covered his hands with gloves and wore contact lenses, but he would brush his hair out of his face, he would not care about the feathers on his nape, and he would never pull back his Aura under his skin to hide it anymore. Dressing in simple jeans and a black button-up shirt, wearing his Aura like a scarf around his neck and shoulders – and most of all, being clean –, Naoru was ready to go. He could feel a gentle exhaustion in his muscles after his training, but it was not anything that would hinder him while walking around the festival. He just hoped it would ease Sutetchi’s mind a little bit, and would make him feel better after being cooped up in the room for so long on occasions. He had to get used to the school still, and the sport festival was an opportunity for it. He took his hand and tugged on it gently as encouragement. “Let us go then. Is there something you want to see, or should we just walk around for now? The clubs are making displays, I think I saw the cooking club and arts club with a table in the school building. And if I know Darren-kun and Bluster-kun, I am sure they made something for the martial arts club and the sports club as well.” For a while, they could just walk around and watch the crowd, he was fine with anything right now, so long as Sutetchi was there. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2019 18:51:39 GMT -4
He held Naoru close lightly sway in their path chuckling at the idea of packing for the end times. "If only, If it were the apocalypse we could just leave and go wherever, whenever, and never have to worry about anything. No one telling us where to go, how to act, Just me and you and freedom." Swaying lightly with the boy though for a moment in almost a silent dance as one of his discolored fingers lightly brushed some of Naoru's hair aside as they shared their brief kiss. The sensation enough to send even still shivers down his spine. The one person who made him feel down to earth. His reason for being alive in this crazy broken world that rejected people like him. Being this close even Naoru's scent had a way of intoxicating him. In a perfect world he'd claim his hidden stash still in the woods out of town and somehow get even more cash so they could simply runaway and live someplace just the two of them. He didn't need the world... He just needed this boy.
He held Naoru's hand firmly not allowing him to slip away even as their clothing was shed and he chuckled following him towards the shower. "That's just cruel... Making me take in the view while washing your back but not giving us any time to play? Heh,... But I guess you did have quite a long jog. I wouldn't want to were you out or anything so I'll settle for washing your back then..." He'd say giving a light sigh as if he'd been bested in a joke. Although as he followed Naoru from behind into the shower his eyes would have drifted a little south as he'd help make sure the boy was thoroughly washed. Both his hands and his lips making sure to cover quite a few spots.
Sutetchi once they were done was never one for modesty. He slipped back on his boxers rather quickly but his fingers subconsciously traced at his scars as his world still felt like walls closing in. But his eyes and heart at least distracted him as even if it may have embarrassed him perhaps he watched Naoru dress. This environment... This place... It was at war with who he was. It was killing him... But if he ran? Well what would be the point? His only real reason for living was hear. He failed to get in this place the right way and only found dark ideals the true way he saw the world. He had a stash hidden away he couldn't get to yet but he always hoped one day it'd be enough... But he couldn't help but wonder if it was just a lie. He knew he could never be who this place would need him to be.
He got dressed shortly after as he wasn't sure how to explain these feelings. His mind pulled him a hundred different direction and only this one person was able to anchor him. But being anchored as well as so many things at the same time that conflicted with ones own nature. It was like he was being torn apart.
"You know I love you right..." He'd say briefly in a almost sudden tone that sounded oddly serious if not momentarily weak. It was almost as if the talk about the stands didn't register at first. His hand gripping Naoru's rather tightly for a brief moment before quickly loosening his eyes flickering with a strange expression before looking away as he scratched the back of his head with his other hand the one that wasn't holding Naoru's own. Quickly clearing his throat. "I mean we can do whatever you want... I'll just follow you're lead you know... Hahaha... yeeeeeeea." How bad he wanted to just pull Naoru away and leave. To run away from it all and find that perfect place he could dream of away from the darkness inside and the world that made things so hard. But he knew he couldn't do that... He just didn't really know what to do because of it.
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Post by Naoru Kehai on Mar 11, 2019 17:39:50 GMT -4
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith
Is when it's tested again and again everyday
I'm still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound but they're my sutures “Would it not get boring with only the two of us?” Even if Naoru might be okay with being alone and away from others, loneliness would eat them up sooner or later. Outside stimuli would be needed before they went crazy. He knew it was a rather extreme idea, just the two of them together, but he had this bad habit of taking certain things literally. “Do not act so spoiled. Come here.” The time in the shower was spent in calm intimacy, and Naoru felt his previous nervousness that lingered after his training wash away with the drops of water. The memory of the destroyed drones and what he saw in their stead instead of machinery all drained away and left him refreshed and calm. Part of it was the water, and part of it was Sutetchi’s presence, so sure and grounding and different next to him. He was always like that. Acting, talking to Naoru like no else, Sutetchi was a unique being that Naoru required by now to feel complete and more alive. That was partially why he was given the kiss after the shower. Once halfway dressed, he felt Sutetchi watching him, so turned to him to find the boy still only wearing his boxers, lost in thought. Naoru tilted his head to the side and walked up to him, all soothing determination, and followed Sutetchi’s fingers that traced his scars, eventually replacing them with his own. Fingers lingered on the scars across his neck and face, then lightly tugged on the black locks falling into Sutetchi’s eyes. He kept his smile understanding and kind. He knew the boy was like a caged beast inside Yuuei. He wanted to get out, get free. It felt like clipping his wings to keep him in here. But it is either this, or the juvenile hall. And even the school must have been better than jail. “Now get dressed, so we can go.” A kiss was given to keep him motivated, and Sutetchi did just that, although still more distracted than he should be. Naoru offered him the various options to keep him thinking, so that whatever it was that lowered his mood would be forgotten and left behind. They exited the room as Naoru listed their options, and closed the door behind them, all the while tugging on Sutetchi’s hand. The boy didn’t resist, actually strengthened his hold and kept quiet while Naoru was talking. Which was, admittedly, odd. “You know I love you, right...”Naoru had to pause when he heard Sutetchi say those words, halting his steps in the middle of the hallway. He frowned, watching the boy intently until he almost started fidgeting, saying they could go wherever Naoru wanted to bring them. Something was odd. Something was not right. Sutetchi was never this indecisive and unsure. At least he never showed it so much outward. Even if he was more open with Naoru, even he had to force confessions out of him when Sutetchi was too stubborn to talk about his problems and worries. He had to keep showing Sutetchi that he could trust him, that it was okay to talk to him if he was worried. Naoru had to show him Sutetchi belonged to him. He released the hand he was holding, but did not keep it away for long. Turning Sutetchi by the shoulder, he would push on the boy’s chest to show him back against the wall of the hallway, almost making him stumble backwards. He would follow short, pressing the length of his body against Sutetchi if allowed, physical discomfort be damned, effectively trapping him where he was. Trapping him in a warm embrace, and then in a fierce kiss as he pressed up, all tongue and teeth and heat. He only had to think about the now, about him, and nothing else. He only had to lose himself in the kiss and Naoru’s touch, and nothing else. Sutetchi had to understand that he belonged, right where Naoru was. He pulled back just enough to be able to talk, breath mingling with his boyfriend’s. His hands were kept on the wall beside Sutetchi’s shoulders, elbows bent, resting the whole of his lower arms against the surface. He would not let Sutetchi turn away. “Something is wrong, I can tell. What is eating you up?” He huffed. “I want to spend the day with you, but it is like you are not really here right now.” He could be possessive and demanding if he wanted to. Oh, he could. But Sutetchi already knew that. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2019 3:17:57 GMT -4
Sitting clothed on the edge of the bed his boots on the ground but sitting casually watching Naoru with that melancholy look in his eyes. Eyes that hadn't quite shown as void as they often did with his dark ideals and sensations. But when he looked at him the light was feint like a flicker within of something that wanted to get out but was so floundered and fizzled it took all the effort it had just to remain lit. A small bit of life that kept a husk of a corpse still moving.
"Its all the other sounds bore and torture me. If I only heard you from now until my end I could be happy with that." He'd say softly as he drew in a heavy breath. Sometimes the effort to breathe even felt heavy. But how could he explain that such norms pained him. A dorm, A classroom, simple rules... These things did not hold him or assure him but instead scorn him. As if a game tilted against him wishing him to fail.
He didn't speak or object when Naoru touched his scars. The sensation of finger tips moving along the twisted lines that painted along his face and body dark defining lines. Each with a story most of the time that only had chaos as its motive in most turns or dark acts to blame. His eyes looking up at Naoru in somber solace, Dulled and tired as he leaned his cheek lightly into the hand that caressed and traced his scars. His heart weakened as did his soul, His inner works all gunked up with all of what been overtaking him in this place.
The kiss was enough to at least remind him he was alive. Sometimes being forced to slow down now without the constant race of one high to the next or his trouble he'd gotten into he couldn't help but feel the fall coming. The weight of who he was too much for even himself at times. His sin's or dark mind twisting his inner confines of his soul reminding him so often who or more so what he was. Why he didn't belong here...
The sudden rush though when he felt himself pushed against the wall with a almost light thud after they'd made their way to the hall in a somber path. He felt his skin itch as it did when he felt to defend but instead overcome with a warm of a sensation. Naoru closing in feeling his entire body along his own. His kiss hard and the intense sensation of his lips upon his own and tongue upon his briefly as well was enough to numb his mind. The taste of teeth and the brief lack of breath as his arms reached around holding him in a warm embrace hands softly gripping at Naoru's shirt at his back. Holding tight his chest and hips pushed and held against Naoru's own. His smell like a sweet intoxication that rushed his senses.
"This place,... It just drains me. I just don't belong here an I'm just sorta playing apart. But sooner or later.... Sooner or later somethings gonna give. Sometimes I wish we really could just run away. But maybe that's just something wrong with me talking." He'd say in a heavy breath gulping as he tried to resist the urge to allow himself to shed a tear or two. But it was almost as if he couldn't either even if he wanted too his hands sliding down Naoru's sides to his hips lightly then back up his sides. Rubbing him and holding keeping him close even if the proximity never really shifted. He'd kiss him again softly at first, Then try to again a bit roughly as well as a third time that would take a few moments before he'd let up. His breath feeling it may give out if he didn't continue with such action as his words struggled to come out with labored breath.
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Post by Naoru Kehai on Mar 15, 2019 3:50:04 GMT -4
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith
Is when it's tested again and again everyday
I'm still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound but they're my sutures He knew there was a risk of retaliation when he pushed Sutetchi against the wall, a chance for natural defensive instincts kicking in and lashing out, but that never came. It was just the two of them, and by now, Sutetchi knew when to attack, and when to accept actions without aggressiveness. His kiss was received with the same heat, and he knew that if someone saw them making out in the hallway would shout at them to go to a room. Jokes on them, they already had one. Naoru pulled back, trapping Sutetchi’s body against the wall and listening to him talk, revealing some of his worries. He was not surprised. He was aware of Sutetchi’s discomfort ever since the first day he arrived here. He was being anxious in a place he knew nothing about, where he knew no one and where he had to behave, because one misstep would land him back in jail. He was anxious to talk to others, unable to make friends, even though Naoru knew that would make his situation better, his heart a little lighter. Naoru himself was awkward and panicky until he made friends, got to know his classmates and schoolmates better. Without them – Kirk, Darren, Jasmine, Aki, Kutsu, Yumi, Akio, Eli – he would be holed up in his room to never see the sun unless it was absolutely necessary. “There is nothing wrong with you saying that.” His hands moved to cradle Sutetchi’s face, thumbs rubbing gentle circles against his cheekbones. Kisses were exchanged again, and Naoru let him, because he knew Sutetchi needed the physical closeness as comfort and to regain some of the control of his life that he felt slipping away. Naoru slowed the kiss down, making it more chaste by the moment, more soothing until they were apart but still close. Leaning their foreheads together, he would whisper only for Sutetchi to hear. “It is kind of my fault too. I am aware more than anyone else how much you hate being locked up and forced to do things you do not like.” If Sutetchi tried to deny it, he would shut him up with a small peck of lips against his own. “I will talk to the teachers and the principal. I will ask them to give you freedom during your probation, so you will not be forced to stay inside the dorm and the school grounds without anyone to watch you. You have been behaving well. Mostly well. So I see no reason why they would not agree with that. How about it? Would that make it a little easier for you?” He leaned back to get a better look at his face, gauging the reaction. His hands slid from Sutetchi’s face to his neck and settled on his shoulders. “I know it is not the perfect solution but. That is all I can do. I am sorry. I am a little selfish, and I want to graduate from the school, so I can not afford running away and then being punished. I am sorry.” He had things to do. Things that he needed the hero license and the knowledge for to make the most out of. To settle certain scores, and to prove a family member who saw no future for people with quirks wrong. Slowly leaning away, he would try to gain a distance from Sutetchi’s body to go ahead with their original plan of seeing the festival. He would hold his hand yet again to walk him out the dorm like that, but he knew they would be talking about these things for a while. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2019 20:16:14 GMT -4
Naoru - 62 exp
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