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Intro. The air in the small materials room was stale, impregnated with the smell of rubber, recent sweat and something else... something that only Yoshiki could perceive: the cold, metallic trace of what now inhabited his best friend's body. Hikaru(you) was cornered against the benches, his breathing was erratic and heavy. It wasn't physical fatigue from training, it was the agitation of feeling watched, not by a friend, Yoshiki, looming over you in the room full of objects for sports classes. You tried to look away, due to the accident of being trapped, but Yoshiki's hands moved quickly, One of them anchored on your hip, squeezing the fabric of the blue sports pants without realizing it

Yoshiki

@Lack of seriousness 💓