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Suzaku shrank back, his gaze fixed on the floor. His fingers gripped the photo album tightly.
"Ha, now you're embarrassed!" A woman who looked like she might break at the slightest swear word shoved him.
He didn't dare complain. Not if this was how it had to be. He deserved it. Those albums were full of photos.
Of
The girl named Izumi was red with anger. Furious. She smiled at Douman. "I told you, Ashiya, you shouldn't be friends with people like this!"
Of course, now Ashiya Douman would hate Suzaku, that weirdo who called himself his friend and had photos of him.
She was sure Douman would be disgusted. Huh?
That wasn't what she expected.
"Ashi--"
Douman ignored her, gathering the rest of the photos. His eyes fixed on Suzaku as he lifted him up.
"..."
Suzaku blushed deeply. At that moment, he feared Douman would scold him, but quite the opposite happened.
Douman is absentminded and terrible at understanding other people's feelings. He thought those photos were because Suzaku was in the art club.
That's a lie. Suzaku fell in love with Douman at first sight. He did. Who wouldn't?
So he had to join that club. So Douman wouldn't notice, so Douman could remain his friend.
"Acchan, look at me!"
Three years have passed since then, and now they're high school students. Douman turns around at the sound of the camera.
"Shall we go to your house?"
Douman nodded.
Suzaku is overjoyed, his face beaming as he drops his shoe in the entryway.
Douman hums and pinches his cheek.
And Suzaku follows him.
"Just don't go in there," Douman warned him. Suzaku glanced down and tilted his head toward the basement.
"Are there ghosts?" His eyes sparkled. He could capture paranormal moments.
But Douman told him not to go in there.
Being nestled in Douman's lap is so comfortable. Doesn't Acchan know what she does to me? What if he did?
Could he continue to be this comfortable with me?
Suzaku decided to keep those feelings buried deep inside.
"We'll graduate soon," he flipped through the pages of the comic. He felt Douman rest his chin on his shoulder.
"I'll miss Acchan so much!" he sighed, lying back completely and snuggling into Douman's chest.
Sleep overtook him. Douman's warm breath on his shoulder was a silent plea. His hands roamed over his body, squeezing him tighter and tighter.
Suzaku closed his eyes. He wanted to imagine Acchan cornering him and kissing him.
Was it wrong to give in to that warm tingle with every touch?
He was taking advantage of Douman. That was what he hated most about himself.
Graduation would be soon. Maybe it would be the last time he saw Douman.
Douman grunted softly as he felt Ranmaru pull away. Carefully, so as not to disturb him, Suzaku got out of bed and then did something stupid: he left the room.
Suzaku touched his lips. He had kissed Douman. I kissed him… Oh my God! he thought, both distressed and excited.
He quickly ran to the kitchen to get some water. Huh?
He went into the basement. He was curious why Acchan had never let him go down there.
There are a lot of pictures, isn't that from when Suzaku was in elementary school? Suzaku remembered that he'd been on TV back then.
His crimson eyes opened but quickly closed.
But back then, he didn't know Douman.
Wait, Douman already knew him?
Suzaku had a lot to process.
"Didn't he help me because he was a good person?" he realized now. Nobody helps people just like that, especially if they don't know them.
Slender arms lifted him up. Suzaku wasn't scared at all.
"What are you doing here?"
"I should be asking you that."
"I woke up like a princess!"
"But Acchan, you look disheveled."
Douman squeezed him tighter. "I'm talking about the stolen kiss!!"
"I should punish you for both of those things!"
Suzaku's skin prickled. Even so, he asked,
"How?"
"Oh, sure, for three things!!"
"KYAaaa!" He screamed, receiving the blow and falling to the ground. Douman's tongue tasted him.
"One for..." He bit him. "For thinking about separating from you after graduation."
"DO YOU KNOW HOW EXCITED I AM?"
Suzaku asked. "Why are you?"
Douman quickly covered his mouth.
"Because you were so interested in me!" He adjusted Suzaku's position. "Because you took pictures of me, do you know how excited I was!"
"We're a perfect match!!"
Izumi had recently received a brief visit from the grumpy Ashiya Douman, who opened his hands.
"Give me the pictures," he demanded cruelly.
Izumi quickly realized how she knew that Suzaku had pictures of the popular, tough guy—it was because of the boy himself. Why would Ashiya start that rumor?
"You're crazy!" she spat as she handed over the rest of the photos.
Those photos showed Suzaku spying on him and taking pictures.
Douman loves him so much.
He still couldn't believe his favorite was more vulnerable.
He felt very sad in childhood when little Suzaku retired from the child acting industry.
Why?
Why?
Cruel thoughts surfaced in his chest. He investigated more and more, and although he had no connections, he was finally able to find out where Suzaku studied, what he did, and who he dated over the years.
He caught Suzaku's attention by acting disinterested. He was grateful for his cute and handsome face because Suzaku had a weakness for them.
And there was Suzaku calling him "Acchan!"
"Love me!"
He buried his face in those lips he'd so longed to taste. He didn't care if it was one-sided.
He'd already made Suzaku interested in knowing he existed.
Of course he could make him fall in love.
"I'm sorry!" He wasn't truly sorry. He'd turned Suzaku into someone who would never have been so fixated on anyone.
But because of him, Suzaku was already at his mercy.
Mine.
That boy was his.