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Oosaki’s eyes trace Ariake’s silhouette backlit by the bedroom window, roving over his sleek hair and slightly sloping shoulders. How many times had Oosaki sat where Ariake is sitting now and thought about dying? It seems strange that the space should look or feel any different simply because Ariake is there. He wonders if the room will ever be the same to him now, knowing what it looks like with the other man in it.
Bookmarked by keunse
27 Aug 2025

