#co11apse

from: meme. verse: college au.

fingers wrap around her wrist, firm at first, then loosening. they've been doing a lot of this. not just the hooking up, but the staying over. sleeping the entire night through and slipping out the next morning to catch a class. it's not a good idea, and yet, as time has gone on, it hasn't taken much convincing for her to stay.

hesitation stills her until he speaks and she can't deny the way she melts into his words. the mattress dips beneath her as she crawls back towards him, slipping under the sheets to press against his warmth.

Utahime sneezed the moment Nanami draped the blanket over her shoulders, her body shivering. The feeling of being stuck in a freezer was not far off from how she felt. The heat was cranked up as high as it could go, and yet she still felt cold.

Sick. She's had barely gotten sick before. Her stomach was hurting but it wasn't anything to the point of sending her to the hospital. It was just a common cold, she kept telling herself over and over.

It started with a headache. Then, a day or so later, the hot and cold flashes came without warning. One moment, her body felt like the sun was inside of her, melting her from the inside out. The next, just as she was changing clothes to ease the invisible flames that burned her skin, everything began to feel like a Siberian winter—harsh and bitter, as if someone had just buried her under the snow.

Eventually, after a week of dealing with whatever consequence of actions she could barely remember, she called the only person who seemed readily available for her. At first, she really didn't want to, out of fear of feeling like she was bothering the blond man, that he more than likely had more important stuff to take care of, that seemed to be the complete opposite.

"You seriously—" Iori cuts herself off with a cough, then lets out a groan like she had just died and came back to the land of the living. "—you seriously didn't have to come all the way out to Kyoto just to take care of me..." Her voice was devoid of her usual normal tone, replaced with something that borderlines deadpan and dryness, it hurt to talk with a sore throat but she still manages to anyway.

ᯓ★ - i'm ngl i was kicking my feet and giggling when i saw that you sent three different ones omg <333

Rightfully so, Utahime was very caught off guard by the sudden gesture. Honeyed brown eyes were wide and she was rendered speechless for a long while. It was as if her brain had short circuit then began to factory reset. "For me?" The question was barely audible, like it were a rare occurrence that she ever got something as nice as a flower. In truth, it certainly was the least expected gift. Sure, her students would bring small trinkets back for her whenever they were sent to deal with curses in other prefectures or other areas but a flower? Never.

her sleeves are tied back, length held by ribbons. her hands are stained red with paint, bled onto the skin. this stain looks familiar, they just lack the warmth to be real. she's meant to paint the wood that replaced the rotting parts of the railing, already shaved down to shape. instead she stares, feels the way it slips between her fingers. it's something raw inside her igniting, like she could feel the flesh tearing from her pretty face again.

an unsteady hand dips the brush and begins to stain the wood, the paint is thick and dares to drip off the curved surface. her hand catching it instead. the sensation worsens, the sun on the back of her neck warming her gut in something sick. she wipes at perspiration forming across her features with the back of her hand only to spread red.

when @co11apse speaks her head turns quick, hair spilling across her back like oil. she swallows past the thickness in her throat, unmoving from her crouch. “ nanami. ” she speaks, collects the trembling notes of her voice. “ no, it's alright. ” the purse in her features melting into something unreadable instead. she's working to hide the moment of vulnerability he'd caught her in.

★彡— starter call for @co11apse (sorry this is late!! >_< )

BLOOD was a scent that Utahime rarely became accustomed to. The metallic, coppery tang that stuck so well to the back of her throat each time she unintentionally inhaled too deeply. It made her nearly vomit as if something had forced her mouth open and pressed two fingers father than she could handle. The smell brought violent memories forward, echoes of her own screams rattled within her mind, images flashing of a part of her childhood she fought so hard to forget while she walked through the semi vacant building.

It was an old factory, one that hadn't been used in years, maybe nearly a decade if she had been remembering correctly. It had been her job to scope out the area, nothing too extreme but she hadn't come alone, they wouldn't allow her to. "Too weak," they claimed, but not in that way—no, that would've been too bruising, too harsh for her to handle.

This wasn't meant to be hard, it was meant to be something quick and easy but they had lied, they always lied. It was a violent experience; raw and visceral, curse after curse continuously appeared emerging from a pool that was nothing but a bottomless void of black. She was tired, her breathing uneven, lungs burning. Utahime felt sick, bloodied hand pressed against the rusted wall that soon slowly slid down and left a trail of red liquid.

utahime is a mess of a emotions. she can't recall their first time being this intense. it was soft, delicate. he let her get on top, control the pace. he touched her, kissed her with a focus that was pure devotion. he had managed to make her finish just as he was emptying into the condom with the help of a dutiful thumb. he hid her under his covers when haibara burst through the dorm door to pass out in a fit of grizzly bear level snores. they giggled under the blanket and shared soft kisses till she had to go.

he's a prince, her kento. even now, kissing her wet cheeks, interlocking their fingers. her heart hammers, chest rattling with sobs that she had been harboring for years since he'd quit the society those years ago. she knows she can't look enticing in this state. she apologizes between hiccups too because she wants him to feel good. to take his pleasure in her. his hold on her hips is excruciating and she knows it's because he missed her too. they'd been toeing around this for too long. always sneaking kisses. quick releases that they can wipe off and walk away from.

now it is raw. pure primal desire that has bubbled up and spilt over from years of avoidance. his command is exactly what she needs to hear but what's new? nanami always knows what to do. in every aspect of his life he knows what is right. what needs to be done for the best outcome. it's why she trusts that this affair-- this rotten act they are committing together matters. it has meaning.

she holds her breasts, palms ceasing their prior bounces that began to distract her from the perfect way he filled her over and over. she gazes at him, sniffling and crying, ❛ n-need you! just y-you! ❜ only him. always him. her brain is static, only able to make out his face, the feeling of him inside her, the weight of his body as it crashes into hers. ❛ i love you. k-kent-to. l-love you. ❜