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He’s too kind.
He knows this phrase, and is intimately aware of this fact. He can still feel those lips on the shell of his ears, those words purred sultrily in a way that makes him shiver from disgust. His eyes screw shut with a grimace and head tilts away disapprovingly.
Even then, it’s only received with a hum of satisfaction. With pleasure.
“You’re too kind.”
He can’t tell if it’s a compliment, a show of gratitude, or a reprimand, but his shame rises along with his pride. He’s nice. He’s gentle. He still has his heart-- this heart that feels so much-- despite the way these countless, terrible futures have tied to destroy it. Destroy him. And still, it didn’t work.
He’s still kind.
“You understand me. You know what I need. You don’t put up a pointless fight.” whispered words come while hands shove his wrists above his head in a rough jerk and he goes limp to minimize the damage. He’s said before that they’re precious-- his only escape, the one fucking thing he has control over-- but it’s not as though Mikey has ever listened. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
His legs are hiked up and over slouched shoulders, knees bent and ankles laced together. Soft fabric pools over his stomach and the exposed flesh is cool. He contemplates how he got here, why he's allowed this to go on for so long. He thinks of the blood spared, and feels horrible when it doesn't provide comfort. Love. He's not so sure he knows that is anymore. He can't remember.
A gasp is forced from his mouth as the bones in his hand crack menacingly. Pain flares, and it makes his squirm, desperate noises worming their way up and out despite his sealed lips. "You don't remember?" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He spoke out loud. "You're just like the others, aren't you?" and those onyx eyes are cold, leaving no room argument. A scoff follows in the extensive silence, and a slow, mocking frown trails after that. "All girls are the same."
Takemichi's throat constricts and expands but no words come out. Nothing can escape except a low wheeze, any protest lodged in the back of hi- her throat.
As long as she's in this dress, she's a girl. No matter her opinion on it.
As long as she's here, Takemichi is whatever Mikey wants her to be.