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There are bruises on his hips. Delicate fingertip shapes that ache hours later. He wonders if Yudai's fingerprints could be identified if anyone looked close enough.
His fingers press against the bruises, feeling the delicious spike of pain, always so tied up with pleasure that it confuses him in ways he never thought possible.
There's a cut on the inside of his cheek from where he bit down to stop himself from screaming Yudai's name out and waking up the rest of the dorm.
He lets his tongue drift to the cut, poking and prodding, remembering the way Yudai had driven him to the edge over and over again, leaving him begging and desperate, and so much in love that he doesn't know how to handle it.
He watches as Yudai stands on the stage, adoring gazes fixated on him, and knows that not one of them has ever seen him in the way Fuma has. No one else has seen him naked and breathless and so beautiful.
He's going to marry that man, he decides right at that moment. One day, somehow, somewhere, somewhen, they'll kiss and say "I do", and nothing in the world will ever separate them.