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Love is such a strange feeling for the older Shroud. Having isolated himself from people, his only way of communication being his tablet, he was content with his way of living.
Even though he denied the need of affection and love from other people besides his brother and parents, he longed for a sliver of affection deep down. He wished to be looked at as if he was important by someone, especially by the Prefect. Oh, how he wished he was someone else, to be like the confident male lead in an otome game, to be able to talk with them without having his anxieties gnawing down on him when he exchanged the slightest of words with them.
A sigh. His mind clouds in thoughts and wishes.
How he wished to see the Prefect's eyes gaze at him, their eyes sparkling with their adoration for him. For Idia himself, that adoration reserved just for his presence alone.
To feel their warmth and love as they embraced him tight, feeling their heart beat in their chest with their love for him. How he dreamed of hugging them tight against his chest to feel their heartbeat, to listen to it as if that sound is music to his ears.
As his thoughts of loving the Prefect began to wander farther and farther from the seemingly innocent thoughts of love to more somber ones, things many people would not associate with love usually.
He wished of feeling the Prefect's heart beat for him, for their endearment for him, for their love for him, for their adoration for him. For him only.
He could see the Prefect in the back of their mind, lying down for him, letting Idia do what he had in mind to somehow prove to him they really did love him. With a scalpel in hand he started to skillfully cut down their chest, cutting deep into their skin to open them up, quite literally.
Having finished with the scalpel, Idia would discard it somewhere nearby, his eyes focused on their chest. Too intrigued he was, not acknowledging the Prefect's bare skin on display, too focused to care for his carnal desires. He had something in mind and he would not let himself get distracted by such things from accomplishing his goal.
His fingers would touch the sides of skin from his cut, slowly pulling away the skin to see the insides. The ribcage keeping their lungs and heart in place. Noticing how their lungs would fill up with air each time they inhaled, only to exhale soon after, letting out the air from their lungs through their nose. And there he saw it, their heart. Beating and pulsing with blood and oxygen in their veins, it all was so exquisite for Idia right now.
It would take a while for him to get his hands on their beating heart, but all that time would be worth it in the end. After all, having his hands hold their warm and beating heart was what he wished for. Staring at the heart pulsing constantly, Idia would finally feel the purest form of love. Their heart beating, beating with love, love that was reserved for him and him only, was delightful.
Idia would lean his face close to the scene in front of his eyes, his lips pressing lightly and gently on their heart, their sweet and fragile heart. He would keep holding the Prefect's heart in his palms for a while until he decided it was enough and he was convinced.
Idia knew these thoughts couldn't be all that normal, but he couldn't help think of them. And besides, they were just thoughts. He knew his limits. He was allowed to dream a little, was he not?