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Tatsumi’s presence alone burns Mayoi.
A Holy man, son of the church, with his calm serene smile and gentle demeanour, Kazehaya Tatsumi was an awe-inspiring man, truly blessed in appearance and in talent. He could tell Mayoi to jump and he’d respond to that lovely angelic voice with “how far?”, and yet Tatsumi was too kind to tell off even someone as twisted and distorted as Mayoi. How fitting of someone belonging to the church, or perhaps he was an angel that descended to cleanse people of their sins.
Mayoi feels ashamed, sometimes, that he’s the one standing on the stage next to the others as ALKALOID. He is but a dull rock, and a rock that was smooth and polished and shiny was, ultimately, a rock, incomparable to the beacons of light illuminating the stage. He questions why he’s in ALKALOID, if there was some sort of mix-up or mistake. It’s not just Tatsumi, sometimes he sees Hiiro and Aira, two young boys trying their best to survive in this cutthroat industry, and wonders how does he deserve to stand by their side as an equal.
And yet here he is, sharing a warm bath, back pressed against Tatsumi’s chest while his heart rattles and pounds, sending so much blood rushing to his head he feels a little faint. The older boy’s strong hands are gently massaging tense muscles after a long day of dance practice, and Mayoi feels equal parts shame and adoration building up in his chest. He shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve this treatment. By all means he’s an evil creature that Tatsumi should be heroically vanquishing, reading out scriptures from the Bible while emotionlessly watching Mayoi suffer.
Instead, he’s glad to be on par with the monster by the name of Ayase Mayoi, worshipping his body like an altar and whispering intimate praises that make the younger ALKALOID member shudder from the sheer intensity of love radiating off of those words. Perhaps, Mayoi blearily thinks as he feels soft kisses at his nape, this is his punishment, to feel love and affection when he is so undeserving of it, to blind those around him into seeing him as anything more than the scum he is.
He takes Tatsumi’s hand in his own, and presses a soft kiss to the palm.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.