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Fuma is a generous person, maybe even to a fault, but something about Kei makes him so fucking hungry. The idea of sharing makes his heart twist and stomach juice itself. So he leaves marks all over Kei’s skin, wraps an arm around his waist, protects him with everything he has.
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Kei stares at the name in his locket. Murata Fuma. It’s a pretty name, one Kei’s never heard before. Their fates are intertwined, and the name might as well be carved into his heart.
Parasocial is the English word Maki uses to describe their relationship—or lack thereof. Kei understands he won’t know him tomorrow—can’t know him. There’s a world separating them, keeping Kei from overstepping his bounds.
Kei will see Fuma at his best and worst and everything in between. He’ll be forced to watch him from a distance and it’ll have to be enough. But Kei can’t stray too far. For whatever reason, Fuma needs him now more than ever.
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“You like it,” he says. He’s smiling in the way he always does when he knows he’s got Fuma cornered. “You like being called hyung.”
Fuma doesn’t realize his hand has moved from Kei’s hair until he squeezes his own thigh so hard he nearly passes out. Blood is traveling everywhere but his brain. Kei waits patiently for him to respond, bottom lip rolled between his teeth like Fuma isn’t actively crumbling.
Fuma must have done something really good in his past life—saved a bus full of children, maybe?—because the prettiest boy in the world is kissing his neck and calling him hyung.
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It’s times like this when Fuma feels like the older one—the hyung. The kids are long gone but he still has someone to take care of. He’s the only one who’ll ever see Kei like this, and the thought makes his alpha beam with pride.
Fuma’s gotten good at reading between the lines. Kei doesn’t say much, just hugs him a little tighter and kisses his neck again. With a soft “Fuma-kun,” he lets Fuma carry him to their bedroom and gently kick the door closed.
(or, fuma helps yudai let go.)
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“How long has it been?” Mike asks. “Since you’ve eaten?” His hand is still on top of Will’s. They’ve never been this close before.
Will moves closer. “Weeks,” he says. Mike’s eyes widen. “It’s never been this bad.”
Mike stares at him for a moment, and Will can’t bear to keep his eyes open. He can taste the air between them and it’s making him sick. Will’s suddenly too hot under the blankets, undead heart pounding against his ribcage.
When he finally opens his eyes again, Mike pulls at the collar of his shirt, revealing his neck.