#err0r: writing...

your boyfriend whines again, the sound cracking low in his throat. his cock is hard against your hip — he was already half-hard the moment he laid you down atop the sheets and pressed his lips chastely to yours (probably hard since the second you asked to come over tonight). the molten gold of his iris is only a sliver after an hour of making out and over-the-pants groping, his fingers brushing over the cups of your bra once before you'd breathed his name.

denki nearly came in his pants hearing it: rutting his hips against your thigh more the longer his lips were pressed to yours, groaning the more the taste of your tongue invaded his senses, the faster your heart raced beneath him, the heavier you breathed, every minute movement of your hips getting him closer, closer, closer— pulling away from your addictive tongue, he pants, "you're right, i know, baby, soon."

your eyelids flutter closed again when the heat of his skin trails down your stomach, your hips jumping when his pinky dips beneath the waistband of your pants. grasping his wrist, you stare up at him with iris's as stormy as his, a lovesick smile on your lips, "baby, we have to stop."

your voice is barely above a church mouse's whisper, amber eyes lazily tracking you when you tilt your head, peppering sweet kisses against the sharp curve of his jaw. you tug his hand into yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he nods, sucking in a deep breath, attempting to clear the fog clinging in each dip and wrinkle of his brain, a large hand running through his hair and over his face finally clearing the last of the haze.

"you're right," he repeats, breathless, nodding even as he covers you with his body again, pursing his lips to press another kiss to your mouth.

"i mean it, kami." your giggle echoes around the cramped bedroom when you dodge his kiss, straightening in the bed with a stretch, wiggling out from beneath your stubborn lover. despite the distance you gain moving further into the pillows and away from the edge he'd laid you on, the more intoxicating the scent of his shampoo and cologne surrounded you, "i'll go get the couch set up."

"what? no, i'll sleep out there." denki seems offended at your offer to take the couch, leaping from the bed to shield you from the door, the tent in his pants forgotten (momentarily) in place of forbidding you from staying the night in his living room.

"you take the bed, i need to shower and take care of… something," clearing his throat, his hands fall from the door frame to hurriedly search for his towel. biting your lip, you nod, glancing down at the growing bulge in the front of his pants with a surge of heat staring at him — flushed and high-strung.

you shuffle toward the end of his bed, pressing a final, sensual kiss to his kiss-chapped lips, smiling into it when he groans, "i love you, thanks for waiting."

you press a final chaste kiss to his cheek, a sweet smile planted on your lips when he nods, "of course, i love you."

with a blush spreading from his chest to his cheeks, he makes his leave; not tearing his eyes off you as he throws his prized pikachu towel over his shoulder (one of your first gifts for him), and his sweatpants in his hand. electric amber eyes disappearing from your frame only when he turns left down the hall to the shower.

your boyfriend's door swings open as soon as it had swung closed, "i can't believe he's still buying that shit."

shinso's voice is raspy when he kicks the door closed behind him, his phone in his hand and a bored look on his face as he reads the texts, typing back an encouraging response absentmindedly.

→ i think it'll happen soon, man → she wants me so bad, i think i'll take her out next weekend → are rose petals too cliche? → what about candles?

"you see the shit he sends me? thinks the way into your cunt is with roses and candles," he still hasn't met your gaze, clicking the lock on the back of the door.

his eyes finally meet yours under the dim moonlight, amethyst eyes shining brightly in the darkness as he steps closer, like a cats stalking a mouse in the night, "doesn't he know by now the only way in your pants isn't by being the perfect, doting boyfriend?"

staring you down, you feel like a defenceless mouse, tail caught in a trap when he speaks up again, "it's by being his best friend."

"we've gotta stop this, 'toshi."

the grin on his face can only be described as evil when he stalks closer to you, dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips, muscles all on display in a path down beneath the waistband.

dark hair a trail down to his cock — hard and leaking since you got here early in the evening, when you spared him the first glance with lust-filled eyes, knowing exactly how the night would end; your cunt filled with his cum while your sweet boyfriend's was washed down the drain of the shower, with you promising hitoshi this would be the last time.

shinso doesn't waste any more time, pulling you by your ankles toward the end of the bed with ease, his fingers at the button on your waistband before his lips were on yours, painted fingertips tugging your zipper down just enough to stroke your clothed pussy, sucking your tongue when you let out the most delectable moan against his mouth, the sound more a desperate whine than anything.

"oh, baby, you're already soaked. this all for me or him?" you don't respond, can't respond with how his fingertips press against your clit, achy since you got here, since your eyes slipped shut, fantasising about shinso's lips when denki laid you back first.

tugging insatiably at your pants to toy with your pussy through your panties, the tip of his fingers pressing into your weeping hole through the fabric. hitoshi grins, he doesn't really care for your answer, if you were this sensitive from the idea of him or his best friends touches, he only cares for being the only one to sink into you, to feel you clench and shudder around his cock, for the way his questions make you writhe.

your head lolls, tipping backward onto denki's pillow, the scent of his shampoo filling your nostrils and mouth when you moaned into the fabric, "mmh, that was all for me, though, wasn't it?"

"toshi," your voice breaks spitting out his name, the sound of your needy voice silenced by the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom beside the bedroom, your boyfriend oblivious to what was happening in his bedroom mere feet away between you the moment you're out of his sight.

"oh, now's your chance, baby, he can't hear you really begging for me." he peels your panties down your hips, only enough to expose your pretty pussy entirely to his fingers, and more importantly, to his tongue.

he wastes no time, slotting himself between your thighs, pressing his nose to your public bone, his tongue dragging over your skin before pressing the pointed tip to your aching clit, his lips parting to kiss your cunt like your boyfriend made out with you only moments earlier. and oh, how sweet your moans taste hanging in the air when he knows he's the only one to draw them out of you.

his nose bumps against your clit, eliciting another low whine from you. he smiles against your tacky skin, dipping his tongue into your cunt to taste your slick, greedily swallowing down your cum, the deep purple of his eyes turning to white, rolling into his skull at your taste.

everything about you overwhelmed his senses; your taste, your sounds, the way you arched for him, it all made him want to take his time, to tease and torment you until you were just a puddle of cum and tears.

unfortunately, he was on a time limit.

you squeal when shinso sucks particularly hard at your clit, his tongue dragging up to catch the slick steadily leaking from your pussy—"you okay, babe?"

you think time slows, every millisecond like an eternity until it stopped, until you stopped, your breath caught in your chest. the scene freezes — your thighs wrapped around shinso's shoulders, his lips and chin shining with your wetness, dripping down from his jaw to your boyfriends sheets. the doorknob wiggles, the lock catching, trapping it in the door frame as your boyfriend worried on the other side.

both you and shinso hadn't even heard the shower turn off, too preoccupied by the sensation of his tongue lapping at your pussy like a man starved.

denki's weight shifts, shadow obstructing the warm light from entering the gap beneath the door, leaving you both swathed in a dim, silver glow. even with most of the light blocked from the room, shinso can see the panic glowing in your eyes, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something —anything— to say back to him.

shinso is the first to break, ducking his head even as you stay stuck. he can't help himself, poking his tongue out to catch the slick leaking from your cunt, only pressing harder into you when you try to escape his hold, to clear your mind, plan how to sneak shinso back out of denki's room.

"answer him, babe." hitoshi's voice is hushed, his breath fanning against your tacky skin, gaze dropping from your face to your pretty cunt, admiring how, despite your mind racing, your hips still rose with his movement, chasing after his mouth.

the doorknob rattles again, kaminari's voice louder when he calls your name, you can picture his eyebrows pulling together, an expression of concern carving two deep lines into his forehead; the same lines between your brows now, your eyes squeezed shut, your lip clamped between your teeth with your attempt to stay quiet, to think.

"i'm—ah," you squeal, too slow to muffle the sound of it, or hitoshi's finger sinking into you with a lewd, wet sound, your head too full of fog to think of anything while your hips rise and fall in a quick tempo, selfishly chasing your high while denki waited patiently for your answer, "fuck, i'm gonna cum, baby."

you don't think about your words, glad at least it wasn't shinso's name on the tip of your tongue, even as his ring finger twists inside your cunt, hooking upwards to make you gasp and squeal more, gripping his hair as your eyes go glassy, "you're touching yourself?"

"mhm, thinking of your fingers instead of mine, baby, thinking how good you'll feel fucking me."

shinso muffles a wicked chuckle against your clit, sucking and lapping at your skin while fucking his fingers deeper into you, where you're never able to reach on your own. and where you'd never allowed your precious boyfriend.

your lover in question shudders on the other side of the door, fruitlessly trying to twist the knob over and over again, desperate to see you, to touch you, to kiss you.

"please, let me see, baby, please," he sounds pathetic, needy, desperate to see your cunt drool around your fingers, to watch your cum drip down to the curve of your ass, to watch your thighs get stickier thinking of him. his voice cracks on the pet name as he presses himself into the door, like he'll be able to see you through the hard veneer if he tries hard enough, "i won't touch you, not until you're ready, please, i just wanna watch you cum."

"no-o!" you answer a little too quickly, a long drawn out whine both at your boyfriends begging, and the dark-haired man slowly dragging his fingers out of your cunt, pulling back from you, his thumb nonchalantly circling over your clit, making you jolt and leak more onto your boyfriends sheets. simultaneously, his spare hand tugs the waistband of his sweatpants down, inching his hand below the fabric to palm his hard cock, each movement deliberate to silence the sound of his jewellery.

"i-i won't be able to control myself, den," your eyes are glued on the v-shaped line, a path directly to hitoshi's thick cock, dusted with dark hair, his cock head nearly dripping with as much slick as you after finger-fucking your pretty pussy with his best friend right outside your door, after eating your cunt in his bed. your poor, clueless boyfriend no idea the cuck he truly was.

"if you came in," your eyelids flutter at the sensation of hitoshi's body heat moving between your thighs, settling your limbs further apart until he can slot between them, a large hand jerking his cock, rubbing the tip against your clit just to watch you struggle to speak, "if i saw you right now, baby, i'd beg you for your cock. i wouldn't be able to stop."

your boyfriend whines in response, his shadow shifting frantically as he repositioned,leaning his still-wet forehead on the door, pressing himself into the veneer to hear you better — hitoshi is half surprised he's not gotten onto his knees, his ear at the keyhole to listen to your sweet squeals clearly. palming his cock over the towel still tucked tightly around his hips, he keeps electric amber eyes locked on his roommates latched door, grateful for one for shinso's adoration of loud horror movies, his heart swelling knowing he's the only one to hear you like this, to hear his girl as she touches herself thinking about him.

"wanna tell him how good i feel?" hitoshi's voice is low, his lips beneath your ear as he spoke, soft enough for only you to hear, especially with the way he had you moaning, writhing impatiently beneath the muscular man, your hand gripping his forearm as he leaned beside your head.

hitoshi hisses, sinking into you inch by inch, his hair falling into his face to hide the smug glint in his eyes, shining brighter when you bite your lip to hold in the moan he knows he can pull from you, the noises you make any time you're alone with him, between bouncing on his cock and scolding him, between choking down his cum and threatening to block his number. beneath every 'we have to stop' muffled by his hand was your undeniable need for the man. more importantly, your want. your want for your perfect boyfriends incredibly flawed best friend.

"least you can do isn't it?" he's precise, painfully slow as he pulls back out of your tight cunt, waiting for your jaw to drop to sink back into you, to force you to choke out a moan that has kaminari's eyes widening, worried you'll alert his room-mate down the hall of what's going on, "go on, let the poor guy hear you cum for me."

"'course i can, gorgeous," you begin to fidget, growing more and more nervous the more he toyed with the tools, gathering what he needed; preparing iodine, lubricant, the needle, the taper and of course the titanium bar. picking up a tissue and something else you can't see, he turns to face you again, inching closer once more, his hips nearly bumping your own on the sink, "that's the point of being a bad influence, isn't it?"

grinning, he pokes his tongue out, metal flashing under low lights, making you hyper aware once more of what you're tucked in your bathroom to do, "alright, out all the way again."

"is that the needle?" you think your voice shakes, staring at the tool he grasped in his left hand with wide eyes, a quiet, wobbly tone like a scared child.

"marker, baby doll, gotta make sure i pierce your pretty tongue nice and straight." touya's smile is crooked, a tiny flash of pearly teeth behind pierced, pink lips.

"oh, okay." still with a wobble in your speech when you begin to fiddle with your fingers, trying to focus instead on the multitude of misshapen chips in your nail polish, trying to decide what colour you might paint them next, wondering if touya will match you with a navy blue, or if the matching tongue bars will be enough.

"i can get you a towel to squeeze? if you're scared?" his voice is low, hushed as he pats your tongue dry, glancing up to your doe eyes as you shake your head, attempting to say you were okay with your tongue out. touya had countless piercings, certain there's more than you can see right now, countless times he'd gone through this process; sanitising, marking, piercing, and not once can you imagine him squeezing something soft in his hands for comfort, digging blunt, painted nails into a plush, imagining a curious face instead, sharp eyes following the needle as you avoided it, maybe crunching his eyes closed in a wince at the very last moment, when the sharp, unforgiving needle tip forced its way through squishy flesh.

"you sure?" he taps the pen on your thoroughly dried tongue, a tiny purple dot staining the centre of your tongue, the fine marker tip making you jump, overly sensitive with adrenaline pulsing through your body, waiting to nod until after he placed the pen aside.

"if you say so, baby doll." you feel the smooth latex of the glove on your tongue again, adjusting his hold on the tip of your tongue to hold the twitching muscle still, looking up to your eyes once more, noticing how you squeezed them shut the moment his muscles twitched to reach beside you for the sterile needle.

"ready?"

"uhuh."

"breathe in." your hands twitch in your lap as you suck in a deep breath, holding it in your chest even as he chastises you for it, muttering a quiet, gentle, "you have to breathe out, too, idiot."

your hands fly to his hips the second the needle touches your tongue, not even quite piercing it yet, gripping him like your life depended on it, a soft whimper echoing from the back of your throat as the needle came out through the underside, your exhale shaky as you clutch touya's hips tighter, your body tense as he whispers soft encouragements for you to keep breathing, "go nice and slow, gorgeous, like that."

you listen as best you can, focusing on the sensation of the denim underneath your fingertips, how it feels to drag your nails over the material, how your lungs inflate and deflate, how touya's voice sounds in the shell of your ear as he comforts you, praising your stillness as he places the bar at the end of the taper.

"i'm gonna put the bar in now, baby, you ready?" you don't nod, not risking moving, instead shifting your fingers to slide under the hem of his shirt, gently tapping thrice on his hot skin, y-e-s, before tucking your fingers securely into his hemline, holding him as tightly as you could when he instructs you to breathe again, "in, 1-2-3, out. did so perfect, baby."

touya doesn't move, doesn't step out of your gravity, out of your hold on him, back three steps into safety from whatever was blooming between you the longer you held him between your thighs with saliva gathering on your swollen tongue, a minuscule amount of tears gathering in your waterline with your wobbly exhale. you make no move either, keeping your hands tucked into the hem of his faded jeans, your tongue out and your eyes closed, cracking one open only when he rests his hands on your thighs, "you will not live it down if you drool on me."

closing your mouth, you giggle before wincing, resting your head on his chest as you whined out at him, "ow, touya, don't make me laugh."

his eyes shimmer in the dim light, shadows cast over sharp cheekbones from whatever movie he'd put on, his plump, wet lips curled into a confident smile, not a trace of the apprehension you felt.

"it's okay, baby, look, i'll help you out." while his words were sweet, encouraging, the tone of his voice as he leaned forward was anything but, his voice deep with hunger. denki’s eyes looked like molten gold staring at you, his appetite flashing behind his iris, not breaking the stare even as he bent forward into himself, pursing his lip, still studying you when he spat, the glob landing at the tip of the silicone.

your face burned behind your knees, his casual confidence somehow making you squirm more in your spot, he tugs at your hands around your knees, pulling them away to fall down beside your thighs. you let him tug at your limbs, his slender, painted fingers wrapping around your wrist, your heartbeat rapid and uneven under his fingertips as he tugged you closer to him. your gaze drops to the fraying edge of the couch the moment your fingers graze the silicone, your cheeks burning hearing your boyfriend groan beside you, his hand tightening around your wrist like he did when you’d graze over his clit, his heavy breathing sending electric shocks through your body.

“right there, baby.” you only whined in response, unable to resist inching closer to him, sitting up on your knees before you glanced back up at him, your breath nearly knocked from you watching him, his eyes drooping like he was half asleep, but the electricity behind them enough for you to know he was wide awake. watching the way his throat bobbed, you squeezed your hand around the plastic, your thumb swiping through his saliva at the top, spreading it around the head with your thumb until his hips bucked up.

denki bit back a grin watching you, the way your hand loosened the moment he moved, the way your eyes darted from his jaw to the rigid toy between his thighs, the way your face inched closer, wanting so badly to take him into your mouth, to suck and lick at the toy like it was his skin.

“you don’t have to be so scared of it.” he teases, his own hand gliding up and down the toy inches ahead of your parted lips, his movements slow, smooth, none of the jerkiness of your own movements, only confident flicks of his wrist, his hips bucking again into your hold when his hand met yours, stroking the rest of the length you neglected while smearing his saliva around the tip.

you shoot him a glare in response, the venom behind it played down by the way you squirmed on the spot, your thighs squeezing together when he spat once again, this time into his hand to spread over the dildo, biting his cheek to hide a smile when your eyes widened at the lewd wet squelch of just his hand rubbing back and forth.

denki’s breath hitched in his throat just watching you squirm, studying the way your eyes widened, the way your breath quickened watching him, embarrassed to be getting wet from the visual of denki helping you stroke his cock, the way his hips would buck and jerk like he could feel your touch at the tip.

“i’m not scared of it,” your voice is so soft he questions if you even said anything, ignoring the urge to tease you for it when you inch closer, glancing up at him nervously when you slowly lick at the divots in the silicone, letting your saliva join his dripping down the length of the toy.

you felt feverish, unable to tear your eyes away from the way his hips rolled into your touch, the tip of the toy pressing past your lips, your hand dropping down to join his at the base, spreading the wetness over the length. Slowly, you opened your jaw to take more of the toy into your mouth, slurping and squelching sounds echoing through the room as you twisted your wrist around the girth of the silicone, watching your boyfriend from under your eyelashes while you swallowed around the toy, spreading your saliva with your hand as you drooled more and more around him.

short, garbled whines left your lips whenever denki would hiss or groan, the blond putting on a show just to watch you squeal and blush, revelling in the way you drooled when his tongue darted out to swipe across his bottom lip, addicted to the way he could see your hips jolting, desperately searching for any stimulation.

the ache deep in your stomach was nearly unbearable, waves of desperation washing over you the longer you stared up at his heaving chest, your skin burning hotter and hotter at the hungry way he watched you take the toy in your mouth, the same eyes tracking your saliva dripping down the length of the toy, collecting at the base and at the centre of your bottom lip, even as you sucked and tried to swallow some of the liquid.

your slick hand met his on the toy when you jerked your wrist, your glazed eyes meeting the mischievous gold of his, you already looked debased in the reflection of his eyes without either of you really touching one another; you watched yourself in his dark pupils, entranced by the string of saliva connecting you to the strap as you sat back on your knees, staring at your swollen lips as you murmured a breathless plea.

one he couldn’t resist when you looked so destroyed already, eyes wide and glassy staring at him, hand between your thighs, twitching fingers at the base of his cock, burning skin beneath the fabric of your top, dripping with desperation.

shifting himself up onto one knee, he grinned at you, still bent with your face level with his crotch, the toy hanging in front of your face, the tip looking like it was dripping with precum, “how could i ever say no to you, pretty?”

he'd been a respected, house-hold name ever since that fateful expedition. at only nineteen, he'd met his pilots, touya todoroki and shuichi iguchi. by the time you'd joined his team, he'd built a whole crew; in-house mission specialists, toga himiko and bubaigawara jin, payload commander, hikiishi kenji and flight engineer, sako atsuhiro.

watching the crew from the lab, you'd always been curious about him, about his reputation, of his crew. staring through the window, you watch toga bound around the hangar, skipping as she pokes bubaigawara's shoulder, remembering the hushed warning your friends had whispered in your ear the night you'd gone out to celebrate your internship; that shimura's team was crazy.

cursed.

rumours had swirled ever since shimura returned from his first expedition, stumbling from the ship that left him orphaned, only a bandage in place of his left thumb, index and middle finger, limping down the runway holding a gnarled gash at his side, skin and tendons split, torn and jagged at the edges like something had tried to tear him in half. like wildfire, a rumour spread that his ex-mentor had set him up on his exploration, an attempt on the young commanders life, to kill him before he could tell the world of the life he'd found. the legend of shimura's curse only spreading more when iguchi and todoroki were named pilots on his second expedition.

from what you'd heard through the trusty grapevine, the pair were once pilots for the air force.

allegedly, their final mission resulted in one of the worst explosions in recorded air force history. iguchi, unconscious from the blast had suffered burns to most of his body — losing one of his legs, his right covered in grafts, his torso mangled by the fire, angry scares from the tip of his fingertips all the way up the side of his skull, not a single hair growing on the left side of his body, dark brown stubble dotted over the other half of his face, the jagged patch of hair atop his head buzzed, dyed a soft pink. he'd been closer to the explosion, the censored files making it clear he was lucky to survive. that he wouldn't have without todoroki.

EXPLOSIVES INCIDENT RESULTING IN GRAVE INJURY TO AIR FORCE PERSONNEL january 1st | east hangar casualties: 2 victim/s: shuichi iguchi, male, 21 rank: officer injuries: third degree burns to 30-40% of body, smoke inhalation. AMMENDED: third degree burns to 35% of body, left trans-tibial amputation.

victim/s: touya todoroki, male, 23 rank: first officer injuries: third degree burns to 15% of body, second degree burns to 40% of body, smoke inhalation.

INCIDENT REPORT: at the time of the explosive - believed to be carbon bisulphide - officer iguchi was inside the cockpit of LV-011 knocked unconscious inside the aircraft after the initial explosion. surveillance captures first officer todoroki running towards LV-011's burning wreckage, dragging iguchi from inside the aircraft, both officers suffering wounds from the fire as well inhalation related injuries. both victims are reported to have been wearing civilian clothing at the time of the incident, the victims in the midst of locking the eastern hangar at the time of the explosion. first officer todoroki's report pending. first officer iguchi's report pending.

your nosiness was cut short only moments after it began, each report after the initial one required authorised access, all you knew was both men were honourably discharged soon after, before they'd even woken up.

the next day, you couldn't help but stare through the glass window once more, todoroki and iguchi working side by side, like they had been their entire career. todoroki ditched his uniform, shedding the thick material in favour of a black shirt, standing beneath the big spacecraft. he stretched his arms above his head, tapping the bottom edge of the wing as iguchi spoke, the shiny scars snaking over his fingertips stealing your attention easily, the dark patches of scarred skin stretching over his hands and wrists. like a winding path, it leads you to the next scar, a large span of disfigured skin where an angry flame had engulfed his arm, a long winding path of marred skin curling around his bicep and shoulder blade, disappearing under his shirt at his back, although, you see a sliver of it continuing around his collarbone before it vanishes again beneath the shirts neckline.

from what you'd heard, his arms and torso were the worst, the flames licking at his skin as he dragged iguchi out, spreading from iguchi's clothes to his as he tugged him from the burning wreckage. the scars elsewhere had healed to a light, raw pink; the patch of skin up the side of his face, singing half of one of his eyebrows off, and a patch of skin at his jaw and the side of his throat burnt smooth, and a patch of white hair missing just above his ear.

your eyes are glued to him as he speaks, one and a half eyebrows drawn down in a thoughtful expression, icy blue eyes glancing between iguchi and morgana, back and forth as the pair spoke. until the electric blue met you.

in a few short strides, he's at the lab door, "your parents never teach you it's rude to stare?"

his tone is light, a playful lilt as he pokes his head through the door, staring down at you at your desk.

"i-i didn't- i wasn't trying to—"

"second degree," he gestures to his face, to his throat, the pink skin shining under the sterile white lights of kurogiri's lab, your eyes following his fluid movements, watching his scarred hands as they dragged the neckline of his shirt down.

"and third." he splays his palms in front of you, like he's trying to convince you he's innocent of something, twisting his wrist to show the uneven patches of scar tissue spanning over his wrists and forearms , even tugging the hem of his shirt up to show you the same swirling scars at his hips, nearly covering the entire sliver of his stomach you can see.

"what happened?" your voice is soft, like your tone needs to be gentle on the tender, raw skin.

"some tanks beneath the ship exploded, they say it was a freak accident, the steel overheated or something," he gracefully glides into the lab, leaning on your desk, "iguchi says it was an accident, i think it was an attempt. but i'm like a cockroach, they should've known i'd come crawling out of there."

he winks, his eyelashes long and dark unlike his snow white hair, and your shoulders sag, relaxing more around him as he joked, "so, newbie, tell me at least a little about you, other than you have a staring problem. i'm touya."

your eyes twinkle, a heat burning your cheeks as you repeated his name, the weight of his given name on your tongue so much heavier than reading it in articles and reports. dropping your pen, you offer out your name, and your hand.