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It's that time again, where chocolate and cuddles are the only things that would make you feel better. But the question is: how would these men handle that? How would they handle your mood swings and tears and... other pleasures?

Well, why don't we talk about it.

Sol is a good start, isn't he?

He seems like the type of man to not care for someone's monthly problems... unless it's you, of course. You are his soulmate after all, so why wouldn't he care?

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Desperate need to take care of you. Doesn't matter what it is. Need a heating pad? He's already wrapping you up in a heating pad AND a heating blanket for extra comfortability. Need some chocolates and sweets? He'll feed them to you as if you were a goddess watching over her people. Aching for something to tickle your insides? There's no hesitation in that area from Sol.

Listen, we all know Sol is a big perverted simp, so I have no doubt that he'll eat you out while on your cycle (trust me, he will). As long as it's you, it doesn't matter, period or not, he won't mind getting down and dirty like that no matter how gross it seems.

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Sol's idea of caring for you while you are actively bleeding is making sure you don't get up to do anything for yourself. He'll practically live with you during that time just to make sure you stay in bed or on the couch. He'll even carry you to the bathroom and insist on helping you do everything, no matter how capable you are to do it yourself.

He'll cook for you, clean up after you, help you feel better in any and every way possible.

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? Chocolate, of course, but I can imagine Sol making you the snacks rather than buying them. One because it's saving both yours and his money (even though he'd spend his money on you if you asked) and two because he'd rather you eat his food than anything store bought.

Whatever is in the convenient store, he can make ten times better.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: Like I said before, yes. He'll give you all that you need, even if that includes his tongue and cock and fingers. He'll preferably use his tongue more than his other parts, honestly.

He wants to taste all of you, every part. You think blood is gonna stop him? Be for real. He'd probably relish in it all because it's from you.

That's how desperate he is to help you. Well, not just desperate to help you, just desperate to be with you. Around you. Anything that has to do with you is what makes him overly happy.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 7.6/10 -> Sol is an intense person, which makes things difficult sometimes. Overwhelming, even. Which isn't always a good thing, but not always a bad thing either. It just depends on how you perceive his help or how intense it feels.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

Sol has been in your apartment for a few days now, taking care of you, making sure you're well fed and taken care of. It was nice, being taken cared of for a change.

But since he's been here, you've felt... an overwhelming desire for him. Most likely because your inner organ that's bleeding is begging you to get a baby in you. But that's the last thing you ever want. So, you've done nothing about it, didn't tell him about it or anything. Not that that sounded like a pleasant conversation to have with the guy you've known for a short while.

Today felt worse than the other days. That aching part between your legs in need to be felt, to be relieved of this pain. You would've done it yourself, if only Sol wasn't around you twenty-four seven.

What made you snap though was when Sol had been talking to you about something that he ate one time that he found gross. He had stuck his tongue out for a moment, making a sour face. Yet your eyes darted to his mouth, his tongue, catching a glimpse of his tongue piercing. And suddenly, your holding onto his arm tightly, looking at him with such a desperate and yearning look that you've never made at him before.

"Sol, can you.. help me?"

He gave you this concerned look, immediately thinking about all the things that was wrong that you needed him for. "Of course! What is it? Anything you need?"

You swallowed hard, trying your best to put this request in a sentence. "I need... your tongue."

He blinked once, twice. "What?"

"You're always around, so I don't have any privacy to.. satisfy my needs. So, if you're going to be around me all the time, then you might as well help me. And also.... I want to know what it'd feel like, with a piercing on your tongue." You admitted to him, feeling a little embarrassed about saying the last part, how blunt you said it.

Yet he didn't seem grossed out from the request. Actually, it was quite the opposite. He seemed to be.. blushing? As if what you had just asked was flattering to him.

Suddenly, he pushed you down onto the couch, his hands coming up to tug on your pajama pants, starting to pull them down without hesitation. It made you blush in return.

"Yes. Anything for you and your comfort, Pumpkin."

As soon as he got your pajama bottoms and underwear off, along with what you were using for your period, he didn't wait for your reaction before dipping his head in between your legs, his tongue flicking out, the ball of his tongue piercing rubbing against your clit, making your legs jolt a little from the feeling, a sudden gasp escaping you.

Yes, Sol will do anything for your comfort.

𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

˜”°•.˜”°• ~~ •°”˜.•°”˜

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻: I cannon Sol with a tongue piercing.

The prince himself vs blood?

Doesn't bother him in the slightest. He knows it happens, so why would he make a big deal about it? But he'll always be sure to give you extra attention when it's your time.

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Calm reassurance. Crowe is a very patient person, especially when it comes to those he cares for deeply. So, when you two are hanging out at your place and you just start crying just because? He's there immediately, giving you his shoulder to cry on, letting you babble on about something embarrassing that happened to you in the fourth grade or about an old sad movie you watched a year ago that still makes your heart hurt just to think about the sad ending.

And he's just there, listening, occasionally nodding and gently rubbing your back in small soothing circles. That's who he was; this patient and calm man who always seemed to know how to calm your emotions.

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Crowe's way to take care of you is close to Sol's; cooking, cleaning, staying by your side in time of need. But unlike Sol, if you tell Crowe to stop, he would. Reluctantly, of course. He's rather stay with you but knows better than to argue back about it.

But, c'mon, would you really tell Crowe to stop? I'd say no. Hell, I wouldn't, honestly. I'd much prefer Crowe's help than Sol's (my opinion, ofc).

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? Whatever you ask for, he'll get. Something sweet? Sure, he'll buy you a pint of ice cream in any flavor you're craving. Something spicy? Totally! He'll make sure it's not overly spicy for you.

But if you ask him to make you something? He's on it! Doesn't matter what it is. If he doesn't know how to make it, he'll follow a recipe to a tee until he makes it exactly how you want it.

He wants to make sure you're well and happy. And it'll make him happy just knowing he could make you smile and feel better, and that he was the cause of it.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: If you ask him, then yes. Crowe doesn't want to push any boundaries with you, especially while you're on your monthly, which can make Crowe a little too clueless sometimes if you try to drop hints. So, there are times where you need to be blunt about it, even if it makes him flustered.

But once he knows what you want and need? Be prepared to have your world rocked.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 8.9/10 -> Though, Crowe is helpful, sometimes it can become annoying that you have to say all that you need. Not really his fault, he just doesn't want to get anything wrong.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

You texted Crowe and asked if he could come over to watch a movie with you. It wasn't really random or an out-of-the-blue idea, you two usually did these things together. But today, you didn't want to be alone at the moment. Especially from how emotional you were these past few days.

Not your fault though, it's what happens when you're a simple girl with a period.

And, of course, Crowe said yes. Why wouldn't he? He even brought a few of your favorite drinks and ice creams. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed. You picked out a movie that you know Crowe hasn't seen before, putting it in and sitting on the floor next to him, your backs to the couch with blankets and pillows surrounding you two. It was perfect.

You watched the movie together, eating and sharing the ice creams he brought over, sitting a little closer than you were just a few minutes ago, your knees barely touching now.

It was indeed perfect.

Until towards the ending of the movie, one of the dogs had tragically died from a mountain lion. It was a tragic ending to the movie, and one that maybe seemed like a bad idea to watch.

As the credits rolled, Crowe was about to get up to throw away the empty ice cream containers when he heard you sniffling. He whipped his head to look at you, finding you quietly crying—tears streaming down your face, your lips in a pout. His face became concerned, his response immediate. He reached out to you and gently grabbed one of your wrists, getting your attention.

"Hey, what's wrong?" His voice was gentle and filled with concern, but he had a feeling that he already knew the reason why you were crying.

"I-It's just, the ending, it's so sad!"

And he was correct.

He managed to stifle a small chuckle before pulling you closer to him, making you lay your head on his chest. "Starlight, it's ok... it was only a movie, my darling."

"A sad movie." You corrected him, sobbing softly into his chest, ruining his shirt with your tears. He held you against him, letting you cry in his chest, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder.

You cried on him for a few more minutes before it seemed like you've calmed down enough for Crowe to gently move you back, his hand on your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He had that same gentle smile on his lips, the one he always gives you no matter what you're feeling.

Without thinking, he leaned in, placing a gentle and very soft kiss to your lips; a kiss that was meant to soothe rather than to initiate anything more than innocence. He pulled away before you could really enjoy it, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, his lips just millimeters away from yours.

"My darling, I hate to see you cry. How can I make you smile again?" He asked softly, a near whisper of breath when he spoke.

You swallowed hard, just realizing exactly how close you two were—you were practically on his lap, your upper body leaning into his, one hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle shift slightly.

What could he do to make you feel better? Well, you did have one idea...

"Can you.. kiss me again?" You asked softly, your heart starting to race a little in your chest from the request. "I like how you kiss me."

He blinked, his cheeks starting to warm, as if surprised and flustered from your request. But he smiled, a smile that was gentle but wider, as if happy that you asked.

"As you wish, my Starlight."

And without hesitating any longer, he leaned in again, brushing his lips against yours before fully kissing you once more. You leaned into his lips, your hands moving to his chest as you kissed him back, parting your lips a little, just enough to let his tongue in, kissing you deeper.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪, 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

Geo isn't scared of a little blood.

Preferably, he'd rather not see it or even hear about it, but if it's you that's bleeding? There's no hesitation when he tries to help you. Though, helping and suffocating you are two different things (ahem-Sol-ahem).

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Quiet and calculating. He's already thinking of ways he could help you. Not in a dramatic sense, no, that's far from Geo's style. His way of helping is more subtle, silent, yet it speaks volumes in more ways than words could express.

He won't be around all the time, but if you called him for help? He's there in a matter of minutes. Even if it's the middle of the night, it may seem like he won't come over to your apartment, but he's there with things that he thought that you needed.

Pads/tampons, tea bags, an extra blanket. He's got it or will get it for you, even if he seems irritated to do it (he's really not, he just doesn't want to seem soft).

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Geo isn't loud about it. He's practical. Silent yet helpful. He'll make tea with honey for you and say it's for your cramps with that unreadable expression. He'll fluff your pillow when you get up to go to the bathroom. He's glancing over at you occasionally, silently making sure that you were fine.

That's how it is with Geo, silent yet observant. If you so much as even wince, he's there looking for the problem so he could get rid of it. If he let you sleep over at his place, he'd make you sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the couch. He won't let you protest. Your comfort is all that he cares about, even if he's cold and quiet, he'll definitely let you know he cares in small and subtle ways.

He's only there when you want him to be.

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? If you ask him to get you something from the convenient store, he'll say no. Not because he doesn't want to, but he just rather makes whatever it is that you were craving or something that he thinks would be good for you during this time. Something that's good for cramps, healthy, and also still tastes pretty good.

He'll make things that he knows how to make when he was in Japan. He'll cook it for you and if you like it, he'll remember it. Keep it. Store it. And then go on to the next dish for you to try.

If you don't like it? He won't make it again until you specifically ask him for it.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: No. Straight up no. It's not that he doesn't want to help you in that area, he's just not comfortable to do that while you're on your period. He'll give you the privacy so you can do it, but helping? Yea, no.

There isn't much else I can really say about this area.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 9/10 -> He seems to know almost exactly what you need, when you need it. Which makes his help great, but he usually seems reluctant about doing them. But that's just his personality.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

In the middle of the night, you had woken up to intense cramping in your lower stomach, painful enough that it was hard for you to move. The only movement you've made so far in the past thirty minutes was to turn onto your side to relieve some of the pain. Not that it was working.

You had your arms wrapped around your stomach, your knees curled up to your chest, effectively putting yourself in a ball. It had released a slight bit of pain, but not enough to make you feel better overall.

You stared at your phone that sat on the pillow beside your head, debating whether or not to call Geo.

Would he even be up? It was really late. Especially with the curfew, he probably would just say no and hang up. Sounds like something he would do. No. He would do something like that.

But you were in so much pain. It was becoming unbearable... Screw it. He can live without a few minutes of sleep.

Unable to take the pain, you slowly reach for your phone, careful not to hurt your stomach from moving too much or too fast.

You looked through your contacts, scrolling until you found his name and clicked on it to call him. You knew he wasn't a fan of calling, but this was more or less an emergency.

It rang once. Twice. Three. Your heart started to sink in your chest, thinking that he wasn't going to answer until you heard it pick up and his voice filling your ear.

"Do you know what time it is? What do you want?"

You couldn't stop the soft sob that escaped you, the sob of relief that he picked up but also from how your stomach felt like it was being punctured.

"Geo, I know it's late but.. I-I'm in so much pain. Can you come over? Please..? I–" You hiccupped. "Can't move, it h-hurts too much..."

You didn't hear anything for a single second before you heard some rustling of some kind of fabric on the other end of the phone. But you didn't hear him say anything. You waited until you heard a beep from your phone. You checked it only to see that he hung up.

He... Hanged up. On you. In your time of need. You let your phone drop from your hand and onto your bed.

You should have known he wouldn't have come, that he wouldn't be interested in helping you while you were bleeding.

You couldn't stop the tears stinging your eyes, couldn't stop the tears falling down your face and onto your pillow.

Maybe you'll just... deal with it. The pain. The hurt of Geo not coming to help you.

You can do that, can't you?

You didn't know how long you've been crying for. Five minutes? Thirty? An hour? But eventually, you had exhausted yourself enough to fall asleep, still curled up in that ball form on your side.

You didn't know how long you've been asleep for, but you could feel someone shaking your shoulder gently, as if they were trying to wake you up. When you didn't move, you suddenly felt someone carefully shifting you to make you sit up, only then did you wake up. Startled, blinking to make your eyes adjusted to the dark, letting you see that it was just Geo in the dark, sitting on the edge of your bed.

Geo... He came? Were you dreaming? Probably not, not from how his touch was gentle yet firm, as if making sure you don't fall over.

"Geo?" You said his name softly, a soft question that silently asks what he was doing here. Even if you were the one to call and ask him to come.

He didn't say anything as he reached over to turn on your lamp on your nightstand, grabbing a cup of some warm brown liquid in it and handed it to you.

"Drink it." He ordered, though it wasn't his usual sharp edged tone, but something softer. Gentler. Only barely there.

You didn't question it as you brought the cup to your lips, taking a small sip from it. It tasted like peppermint and honey.

As you took your time drinking the peppermint tea—the only possible thing that makes sense to what it is—Geo got up and moved around your room, grabbing your heating pad and plugging it in, turning it on so it can warm up. He reached into his pocket, taking out a bottle of pills that helps with cramps and stomach pains. He opened it and handed you two to take with your tea.

And you did.

Geo has said nothing as he grabbed your heating pad once it was warm enough, bringing it to you and finally speaking.

"Move your arms."

You did, lifting them enough so he could put it around your stomach through your sleep shirt.

The pain in your stomach has almost disappeared, but some still lingered, which was normal.

As soon as you were comfortable, he climbed into your bed, grabbing your tea and setting it aside on the nightstand and turning off your lamp light before making you lay down only to plop himself down on you, his head on your stomach, just a little below your chest, his arms wrapping around you.

You blinked, surprised by his... cuddle. But you welcomed it, gently placing your hand on his upper back, feeling him stiffen slightly but relaxed immediately.

"Go to sleep." He muttered against your stomach.

You couldn't help but smile a little, closing your eyes.

Even when you had doubted Geo, you were happy that he came.

He always will when you are in need.

𝔸𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

Hyugo Sugimoto and blood? Please.

That man has spilt more blood than you could imagine, so if you're bleeding? That's nothing! Although he will be frightened of you. That's the main reason why he's by your side more often during this time. Out of fear a little. Fear that you might throw something at him if he's not with you in these moments in need.

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Panic overdrive. Not because he's scared of the blood, oh no, like I said, he knows about the whole bleeding thing happens every month. And, like before, if he were to be scared about something, it would be how easy you would be to anger very quickly. So, he's gonna avoid that at all costs.

Which means he's going to be your personal little... well, let's just say what it is. Slave. You can ask him or tell him to do whatever you want him to, and he'll do it.

I didn't say he wouldn't like it. Because he will. If it's you bossing him around? Yea, no doubt about it he'll get his rocks off to you being so in control while bleeding out and being in pain. It's like you're a hot girl boss to him.

He's the type to be like "Period!~" and snap his fingers as an attempt to make you laugh (honestly, I don't know about you but, it'll work on me).

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Hyugo can be a tiny bit dramatic about it. He's coming by with different type of pads and tampons (you didn't answer his texts fast enough), pain killers, whatever heating pads and blankets he could find that he thought you'll need (even if you already have one).

Hyugo is waiting on you hand and foot. Ready to do the next task you have for him, ready to take on anything you throw at him—literally and figuratively.

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? I believe Hyugo would go all out on the snacks department. Like, excessively. He's coming over with bags of take-out from different places and from the convenient store while also baking you any kind of dessert you want. It's literally overkill when he comes over with snacks and food.

Though it's never too bad when you got enough food to last a week. Just gotta eat it before it goes bad. But, hey, saves you spending money on groceries for a hot minute.

As far as you know, the snack department is covered. So, you don't gotta worry about that when it comes to Hyugo.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: Most definitely. If you ask, you shall receive. Doesn't matter where you want it, he's there, prepared, ready to take on the red sea (I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself-).

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 9.3/10 -> Everything he does is overkill. But it's better to be overprepared and to be underprepared. Sometimes it can be a little much, but that's just Hyugo being Hyugo. He does everything with a little flare and dramatics.

But you love it.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

Hyugo had invited himself over to your apartment, claiming that he could "sense" that you were in need of his presence. You weren't.

But you couldn't deny his help. This way you could make him do all the things that you feel lazy to do. Like doing your dishes, cleaning your apartment; really everything you could think of.

Except for cooking for you. Unless it was something VERY simple, you shudder at the thought of him in your kitchen cooking.

When you couldn't find anything else for him to do around your apartment, you decide to let him do more... personal things for you.

Hyugo was kneeling before you while you were sitting on your couch, letting Hyugo give you a foot massage. Why? Because it felt good. And Hyugo seemed happy doing it.

Any excuse to get him to touch you, really. And he was good with his hands. Really good.

You were scrolling on your phone, not really paying attention to him as he continued his gentle touching through your sock.

He was humming softly, his thumb gently pressing into the arch of your foot. He looked up at you, expecting any sort of pleasurable sound from you, only to see you not even paying attention. He frowned slightly, pressing into a pressure point on your foot, making you yelp and try to jerk your foot back, only for him to hold onto your ankle.

You gave him a bewildered expression, confused by the sudden uncomfortable pressure. "What was that for?"

"You weren't acknowledging me."

You blinked. He didn't say anything, did he? Not from what you could recall, you would have heard him.

"You didn't say anything."

He stopped massaging your foot, just holding your ankle as he kept looking up at you. "No, but I'm working very hard on trying to make you feel good."

You raised an eyebrow at him, blinking once. "Well, you are."

He stared up at you for a moment before his hand moved from your ankle to your calf, leaning in to place his cheek on your knee, giving you a pouty expression, puckering his bottom lip for effect.

"You didn't sound like it was feeling good. You're supposed to make noises when you feel good."

You gave him a deadpan look, silently asking if he was serious.

"I don't need to make any type of sound just for you to know if I feel something." You told him, crossing your arms over your chest.

He kept that pouty look as he kissed your knee softly.

"You're no fun..."

Then an idea struck him. Suddenly, he stood up enough to grab your thighs, gently but firmly tugging you closer to him, his hands making your thighs stay open for him. You gasped loudly, not expecting him to move so quickly.

He smirked at your reaction, leaning in close enough for his hot breath to fan against your ear.

"I bet I can make you make some.. special sounds.~"

Your face suddenly felt hot, the place between your legs starting to ache from how low his tone was, how seductive he sounded.

You swallowed hard but didn't pull away. You wouldn't let him see how flustered he made you. Though you had no doubt that he already knew.

"Oh? What makes you so sure that you can?" You asked, tilting your head back enough to make him look at you.

His baby blue eyes scanned your face for a moment before smirking at you again, leaning in close enough for your noses to be touching. One of his hands moved up your thigh, so close to your center.

"Are you challenging me?"

You were. You so were. "Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?"

"You definitely do."

You couldn't retort back when he suddenly closed the gap between you two, kissing you deeply and hungrily, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as his hand moved higher up to the waistband of your pajama shorts.

You tried to suppress the sounds that were trying to escape you, kissing him back just as deeply. It didn't help that his fingers were threatening to slip past the waistband. His tongue pried open your mouth, pressing past your lips to explore.

Then it happened.

A very soft and small whimper broke free from your throat. And he heard it.

He pulled back quickly, panting softly to catch his breath, a slow smug look appearing on his face.

"I think I just won."

You glared at him. "Bastard."

"Only for you.~"

You groaned but wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to make him kiss you again, or to make him shut up. He obliged.

Valentine’s day. 

You weren’t really a big fan of it. You didn’t hate it, but you just didn’t really care for it as much as everyone else did. Usually because you’re busy doing other things. Important things, like work and school.

This year, you told Sol that he didn’t need to do anything with you. You’ll be working anyways on that day, so there was no need to do anything.

Sol just nodded, and you thought that that was it. That he understood that he shouldn't bother doing anything. Well, you should've known that Sol wasn't just not do something for you. What kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn't do anything?

By the time you had gotten to your apartment late from work, your door was already unlocked, which should have raised alarm bells in your head. Not because you thought it was an intruder, no. But because you knew that Sol was in your apartment.

And when you opened your door? There were flowers and balloons along your apartment. Balloons in the shapes of hearts and flowers that were deep red roses and violets. You couldn't help but sigh internally.

So much for a simple day.

When you took your shoes off at the door, Sol appeared out of the kitchen, a warm smile on his face as he made his way to you, gently taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, placing a gentle peck on the back of your hand.

"Welcome home, Pumpkin."

You raised an eyebrow at him, though you couldn't stop the small smile appearing on your lips. "I thought we weren't doing anything today?"

He simply shrugged and gently led you to the kitchen, letting you take a seat at the table.

"Today is a special day, so I figured I would at least do a little something for you." He placed a plate down in front of you, which was filled with curry rice and tonkatsu. The rice had black sesame seeds on it and carefully drawn hearts on it that was made out of seaweed.

"Dinner, for my pumpkin." He said before turning to leave you be to eat as he went to your living room to grab something. A gift you assumed. You weren't really surprised by his gestures, but a little heads up would have been a little nice.

You had taken a few bites of the dinner he made for you, which was delicious of course, when he came back, setting down a small box and a deep red card beside the plate.

You looked at him, giving him a nervous laugh. "You didn't have to get me anything, you know?"

"I know." He said simply, his hands clasped in front of him.

He looked at you expectantly, seemingly a little nervous now. You set the utensils you were using and picked up the card first. When you opened it, you were met with his neat yet seemingly rushed handwriting.

"Your name is my favorite word.

Your voice is my favorite sound.

Your eyes are my favorite mirror.

Your arms are my favorite place.

Your love is my favorite feeling.

I adore you too much.~"

Cheesy, yet it was endearing. You couldn't help but laugh a little from the poem. He watched you intently, his heart pounding heavily in his chest, watching as you opened the small box.

You stared at the content in the box, trying to figure out what exactly it was that he gave you. You picked it up. It seemed like an ordinary necklace, a silver chain that had a small vial with a cork on top. But the vial was filled with an off-white slight liquidy substance.

"Do you... like it?" He questioned, his voice coming out almost breathy.

You looked between him and the vial, trying to think of what could possibly be in it. Until the realization dawned on you as you stared at his reddened face, how his breathing suddenly became off.

Oh.

Oh.~

You should probably have been grossed out; most people would have been. Yet you just gave him a little smirk, holding the gift closer to your chest.

"I love it, Sol. Thank you.~"

That made him happy, to know that such a gift would be pleasing to you.

"Well, if you want, I can give you some that's more... fresher?" He tilted his head slightly, watching you expectantly. You simply hummed at the offer, that smirk never leaving your lips.

Of course you couldn't say no to an offer like that.

𝕀𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝔻𝕒𝕪.

Crowe called you an hour ago to be ready. For what? He didn't say, but it wasn't lost on you that it would be related to the fact that it was Valentine's Day.

All he said was to be ready, to wear something comfortable, and something warm. You didn't even get the chance to question his motives when he suddenly hanged up on you. The nerve!

And yet here you are, waiting for him just outside your apartment complex, wearing an oversized coat over your sweater and heavy jeans. You were only waiting outside for ten minutes when a car stopped in front of you, the door opening showing Crowe in the driver seat, happy to see you.

"C'mon before you freeze to death." He called out to you as you headed to the car. When you got in, he started driving, your apartment complex disappearing in the view.

"Crowe, where exactly are you taking me?"

He just flashed you that charming smile, reaching over to you and taking your hand in his.

"You'll see. You're going to love it."

Avoiding the question. Typical of Crowe when it came to surprising you. So, you just held his hand and remained quiet, knowing that trying to get any type of answer out of him would be useless.

The car ride was short, maybe just driving for ten minutes before he stopped on the side of the street, turning the car off and getting out to open your door.

You recognize the are immediately, only because Crowe has taken you here many times before. It was your guy's secret place.

You gave him a questionable glance, but he just grabbed your hand, pulling you close and placing a hand over your eyes.

"No peeking." He teased, leading you into the trees carefully. He made sure that you didn't stumble or miss any steps as he led you further away from his car, occasionally whispering in your ear to turn.

It felt like forever when Crowe finally held you to a halt, helping you stay steady on your feet when he finally removed his hand from your eyes, revealing a little picnic under the mythical tree. There was a deep blue blanket on the grass for both of you to sit on, a basket that sat on the middle of it with a thick book on it, ensuring that nothing would get inside to where the contents were.

"Happy Valentines!" He smiled happily at you, gently taking your hand again and pulling you to the spot, letting you take a seat next to him. "I hope you're ok with eating outside at night. I just thought it was a perfect night for a picnic." He said as he took the book off the basket, opening it to hand you a wrapped sandwich.

You took it, your fingers brushing together for a brief moment before he reached back in to bring out some drinks. You stared at the horizon, seeing the city shining brightly under the stars, leaving you in awe.

You hadn't expected for Crowe to take you out here tonight; it was a pleasant surprise.

"Crowe, you didn't need to do all this. I would have been fine just staying inside with you." You turned to look at him, but he just held a hand up at you, shaking his head.

"No way. You deserve to be treated on Valentines. And if I didn't treat my partner for today, then that would make me a bad boyfriend." He tapped your nose gently and handed you a drink that was cold to the touch.

You felt a little touched by his romantic gestures, even if it was in the dead of night and cold. It was still beautiful, the stars above you, the city lights bright, both of you chatting and teasing each other. What more could you ask for on this day?

As you took the last bite of the sandwich, he handed you a small box, a nervous smile on his lips. As you opened it, you almost choked on the sandwich.

It was a ring, a black band with a deep blue gem in the middle.

"Crowe, don't you think it's a little soon to ask me to marry you?" You teased, looking back at him. He blinked, as if he hadn't thought about how it would look when he gave me the ring.

"No! I mean... it's not THAT kind of ring. It's just.. a ring that I saw that made me think of you." He admitted, a faint blush appearing on his gorgeous face.

You looked back at the ring, seeing the gem glinting in the faint light. It was beautiful, and very fitting for him to get you something like this.

You smiled a little, taking the ring and putting it on, seeing how it looked on your hand. "I love it." Those three words seemed to calm Crowe visibly, reaching over to take your hand, his thumb brushing over the ring.

"I'm glad."

He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

𝔸 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.

You didn't ask Geo about Valentine's Day, knowing that he didn't really care about the holiday. You were just expecting it to be any other day. A normal day. But the day before, Geo had casually asked you to come over to his house the day before. To spend the night.

You had been caught off guard by the invitation but accepted it, nonetheless. Why would you decline it when it was a one in a lifetime chance to spend the night with Geo?

And so, you packed an overnight back and made your way to Geo's place. You two had spent your time watching Japanese opera together and talked. Well, you did most of the talking. He just listened.

And when it came to where you were going to sleep, he let you sleep in his bed. With him. You didn't know what had come over Geo and his sudden... kindness about you being in his space. But you didn't dare question it, not wanting him to take back his invitation entirely and to kick you out.

So, you did just that. Slept in his bed. It was a normal thing between couples, but to you it felt like he had given you a ring and asked you to marry him. An honor that he was comfortable enough to let you sleep just inches next to him. You weren't able to sleep at first, unable to not look away from Geo's peaceful sleeping face. But eventually, exhaustion had won.

By the next morning, you were awoken by the smell of food. Delicious smelling food. You made your way out of his bedroom, moving quietly as you headed to the kitchen, finding Geo making some tea, two plates of breakfast had been made. One for him and the other for you.

He didn't even look up at you as he slid one plate to you, along with a cup of warm black tea, silently telling you to eat. Which you complied, of course, occasionally looking at him as he fiddled with some paper.

His body was turned in a way that hid what he was doing, his gaze focused on whatever it was he was doing.

As soon as you finished eating, he took the plate from you and told you to go take a shower. Not because you smelled. But he just needed you to be distracted for a little bit. Not that he said that, just watching you leave to go to his bedroom to take a shower.

When you got out of the bathroom after your shower, there was a long thin box on his bed and a small note beside it. You studied the gift, a little surprised by its sudden appearance. You picked up the note, which only had two words in it with Geo's handwriting.

"Happy Valentines."

You couldn't help but smile a little, happy that Geo decided to put a little bit of effort into the holiday. You picked up the box, opening it to find a Japanese luck charm that had a detailed gold design on the string and it ended in deep purple pouch with Japanese symbols on it.

"愛情"

You had no idea what it says, but it didn't matter to you really. It was the thought that he had gotten you something at all despite how uncomfortable he can get doing these things.

When you saw him in his living room, sitting on the floor, his legs crossed under him, you sat next to him, looking at him. He had his eyes closed, as if he was meditating. He is.

But he could sense you were there beside him immediately. "What."

"Thank you."

You didn't need to clarify for what you were thanking him for. He opened his eyes for a moment, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. Just looking at you, his expression blank as always, but you could see a glint of something in his eyes. But he turned away too quickly for you to guess what it could have been.

He said nothing, but his body seemed to lean a little closer to you. Just slightly. But enough for you to notice.

Later, you looked up what those Japanese symbols had meant, which only made your day better.

"𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖."

Hyugo had insisted, practically begged to spend Valentine's Day with you. Initially, you told him no. You didn't want to make a big deal out of today, didn't want to be pampered or anything, to have to worry about finding what gift that would suit him.

But after kneeling to you and begging, being close to tears, you reluctantly said yes, only to make him stop his insistent begging. That was probably the worst mistake you could have made.

When Hyugo came over, he had two bags filled with ingredients. He told you that he would do everything, practically forcing you to stay out of the kitchen as he did his thing.

Which was to almost burn down your apartment when he tried to cook for you. You should have remembered that Hyugo couldn't cook to save his life, reprimanding him and yourself, him because he almost ruined your kitchen and yourself for letting him.

But at the end, you two just ordered in, watching a movie he had brought with him.

Even after he almost burned your apartment down, he insisted that he was going to bake for you. Despite your protests, he did it anyways, leaving you be in your living room as he went to work on whatever he was making.

You looked over at him often, making sure that he wasn't burning anything or making too big of a mess. But he was a better baker than a cook, so of course he knew what he was doing.

After an hour, a presented you a chocolate heart-shaped cake, a big smile on his face, his cheek smeared with flour.

"Ta-da! Cake, for my favorite Valentine's.~" He teased, setting the cake in front of you on the coffee table. You stared at the cake cautiously, seeing how delicious it looked and also feeling a little weary of it.

"Is it burnt?" You asked, looking at him. He gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

"You wound me! Of course it's not burnt! I know my dessert recipes." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking to the side, as if he couldn't look at you anymore at your accusation. You just gave him a deadpan look.

He waved a hand towards you, shoving a fork in your hands. "Just eat it, I made it just for you." He insisted, leaning into his hands as he placed his elbows on the table, waiting for you to take a bite.

Hesitantly, you stabbed the pointed part of the heart cake, bringing the piece to your mouth to eat. It... actually tasted really good. Surprisingly good.

He smirked as he noticed your facial expression shifting from a cautious look to a pleased one.

"See? I knew you'd like it."

You pointed the fork at him. "Don't push it. I'm still mad at you for almost burning my kitchen."

He pouted at your words, moving a little closer to you as you continued to eat the chocolate cake. "You're just gonna hold that over my head? I said I was sorry!"

You just rolled your eyes at him, going to eat another bite when he grabbed your hand, pulling it towards him, making you look at him. He noticed some chocolate icing on your knuckle, bringing your hand to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick up the icing, his eyes watching how flushed your face became.

"Could you please forgive me? I'll do anything to make it up to you."

You blinked, staring at him for a long moment before yanking your hand away from him, wiping your hand on your jeans. "Fine. You're forgiven. Just let me eat my chocolate cake in peace." You waved a dismissive hand at him, not swayed from him licking you.

It was a normal occurrence between you two.

He made a happy sound, moving closer to wrap his arms around you, burying his face into the side of your neck. "Oh, thank you! I knew you loved me still.~"

You rolled your eyes at him again, but this time it wasn't out of annoyance. It was Valentines Day after all, so you should just cut him some slack.

Let's start with the prince himself, Jericho Ichabod, aka Crowe. He is a pretty liked character who has a bit of a mysterious side. On the outside, Crowe is almost like an open book to everyone, his face is very expressive which can be a good and a bad thing. Depending on who it's to.

Let's take you for example. He's very open with you, like the time that he cried openly to you because you had a very exceptional answer to his little scenario in the library. And do NOT get me started on when he was honest about his answer of wanting more time with you when he was in your apartment on day 2 (that got me so bad, man).

But as people have thought about it, me included, he definitely has a mysterious side to himself. And it makes me wonder if it also leaks into the bedroom theme as well (ofc it does).

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 ~

So, we all know about what happened under the tree when we went stargazing with Crowe, right? Of course we do, obviously. So, it's safe to say that one of Crowe's kinks is a public kink.

It is also called Agoraphilia, arousal of doing sexual acts/displays in a public space/setting. Sounds perfect, right? Exactly. When it comes to this kink, no one would ever think that Crowe would be into that. To everyone, Crowe looks to be a very vanilla person. But, oh no, Crowe is far from vanilla. I wouldn't have any doubt that Crowe would do something with you like that at least once a week. Maybe twice. At any moment.

Stressed about a grade? Let Crowe lead you to the Gardens to take care of you on the bench, surrounded by those pretty flowers you planted, hearing him tell you how beautiful you sound and look with the flowers.

Sad about something that happened to you that day? He'll drop to his knees eat you out behind a tree, whispering sweet praises against your skin as you try to keep your moaning down.

For Crowe, he'd do anything for, of course. Even if it's outside. It's not just the thrill of the idea of getting caught, but it's also the idea of taking care of your needs, while also happening to be outside. To give you that affection without having to wait a second longer to see you sad or upset.

Crowe may be a patient person, but when it comes to you and your needs and feelings, Crowe's main goal is to love you and to give that to you in that moment, no matter where you are.

𝔻𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 ~

We've all thought about what it would look like, used our imagination just based off him. So, let's talk about that.

𝕊𝕚𝕫𝕖 - It's a good 5.8 inches, just a little above average and a good amount of thickness just enough to stretch in a very pleasurable way. It big enough to fit in just perfectly and not big enough to hurt you... too bad. Depending on if it's a first or not.

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - He's clean, the base completely trimmed and smoothed out, not much hair, but just a very tiny amount, just elegant and clean as he is.

As you go up, you'll notice a deep purple vein just underneath his shaft against the brown beautiful skin of his, going up halfway under before disappearing just a little bit below his tip.

His tip though? It's beautiful, it's cut, and it's elegant. Not scary or intimidating, but it's enough to make your mouth water at the sight of it. Slightly darker than the rest, but that's what makes it so delicious. It's thick and pronounce, as if trying to be the center of your attention. As if it's trying to say, "hey, look at me and only me."

𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 - The experience of it is like nothing else. It hits all the right and deep places. If you dare to press down on your stomach, you'd be able to feel it, how it rubs against that spot in you to make you moan and shudder so perfectly around him.

His thickness just right enough to stretch you and keep you stretched like that with every thrust, every slow burn of his movements. He doesn't need to pull back too far, just far enough to let his tip rub that once particular spot in you to make you cry out, to make you writhe and whine.

And he'll watch, he'll whisper, he'll observe. Every little detail, every little moan and gasp, he'll see it. Hear it. Live in it.

It's not just his pleasure he's searching for, it's yours mostly. To see you enjoying his cock and what he's giving you, it's more than he could even ask for.

More than he could pray to any kind of God.

And once you let go, let your stomach clench as you come around him, then he'll surely know that his cock is better than perfect for you. That it's extraordinary for fitting in you so perfectly.

ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕖 ~

Crowe is a very sweet and gentle and caring person. We all know that. It's in every gaze and glance, every touch, every word. And that's how it'll always be with Crowe.

Gentle and slow. That's how it is with him. It's not about just sex, but it's about that deep bond, that connection with each other. Body on body, skin on skin.

Love making with a bit of a tease.

He wants to learn your body, to worship it, to let it know that it deserves to be loved and caressed by his hands and his alone.

He'll whisper sweet nothings against your skin, tracing and licking every inch of your body, touching lightly before gripping firmly, to let you know that he's there, that he's experiencing everything with you.

But a tease, nonetheless. One moment, his hand would travel down your stomach, getting so close to the spot in between your legs, only to miss it and start moving up and down your inner thigh. Teasing you, keeping your body on edge. To keep you whimpering, near begging, for his touch. For him.

He doesn't give in right away, brushing his fingers against your center enough to hear you whine in protest when he pulls back. Maybe tracing his tip against your folds, making you wetter and needier.

He'll chuckle and tell you to be patient.

"Patience is always worth the wait, isn't it, my Starlight? It makes everything so much better, if you have patience."

It feels like forever with every tease, in every kiss and touch. Keeping you just on that edge. Enough to keep you wanting more, but never enough to let you fall over that cliff of pleasure.

And once he decides to give you what you need? What you've been begging for? It sends you into a different world, makes you see stars and galaxies with each slow thrust, making you feel every perfect inch of him.

It'll make you moan his name as you crash into your climax, moaning just for him. Clenching and holding onto him for dear life, as if letting go would also make you let go of that feeling.

That's the mysterious part of Crowe, a small part of him that is hidden from everyone else, reserved for only you and your pleasure.

He'll learn and understand and know how to use your pleasure either for you or against you. And that could be a little scary.

𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 ~

Crowe's definition of aftercare is more love. Yes, that's right. More love and care. He doesn't just hump and dump, oh no, that's far beneath Crowe. Crowe's the type to tuck you in at night and kiss your forehead. That's just who he is.

He'll hold you tightly against him, whisper praises to you as he traced the side of your neck with his lips, his hands caressing and massaging your stomach and sides.

"You did so wonderful, Starlight."

For Crowe, nothing is just about sex. It's that connection, going from two to one soul combined. Together.

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕨𝕠.

I told myself when I started writing these fanfics that I will NOT write anything sexual about Geo, that the most I would have done was a little bit of kissing.

... Welp, here I am. Breaking that little promise. So, let's talk about my guy, Geo.

Geo isn't one for sex or anything romantic. It's not the fact that he hates it or likes it, he just doesn't care. It doesn't interest him. But when it comes to you? He'll put aside his neutral feelings about it to give you that pleasure.

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 ~

This took me a little bit to think about. What would be the perfect kink for Geo? Well, I had to do a bit of research for this guy and thought of two that sounded just right for him. But one sounded a lot better than the other.

Japanese Bondage.

Yep, that's a kink. And it fits him so well, not just because he's Japanese, but it's something that interests him. To tie something so intricate and precise is almost like a power dynamic for Geo. Almost.

Shibari isn't just bondage, but it's an art style for Geo. Exposing you in the most beautiful and vulnerable way.

Having you tied in a shibari style on his bed, so vulnerable and powerless while his eyes drink in every part of you, observing how you squirm and wait for him to do something. It does something to someone. In a good way.

It's like teaching you patience and what it means to be vulnerable while also showing you that your body is beautiful the way it is, naked and tied down. And even not tied down. But preferably tied down to his bed in that shibari art style.

It lets him go at his own pace and let him explore whichever part of you he finds the most interesting.

𝔻𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 ~

Like I said before, I never really thought that I'd ever write anything sexual about Geo, so I've never thought about what he's look like under the belt.

But I did think about it. Very hard.

𝕊𝕚𝕫𝕖 - 6.0 inches. A perfect on-the-dot above average size for Geo. He's more on the slimmer side, but his length compensates his width.

But there is just a slight upwards curve to it, making it tickle your insides in a good way, making everything much more pleasurable and heated.

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - His body is a temple that he takes very good care of, including things like hair there. And also, Japanese men typically don't really grow a lot of body hair. At least not a whole lot. For Geo, he has none in that area. Just clean and smooth.

His base and shaft is pale, with a single vein wrapped around the side of his tip going down and fading into his base. It's not pronounced or aching, it's just there for presentation. To look good.

His tip, if teased too much, would be a pinkish red shade, as if it is blushing from your touch, even your gaze alone would make it twitch slightly.

𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 - In all honesty, Geo doesn't know what to do with it. He's never done anything like this before, never used his cock in any type of way. Not even when he has morning wood (yes, he gets that, he's human and can't control what his body reacts to.)

But when he uses it for you, letting you feel it, it becomes too intense at times. How deep he can go, pressing into you deeply yet carefully, as if afraid that his size alone could potentially harm your insides.

But isn't that what you want? To be wreck from the inside out by Geo?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Every whimper you make, he'll stop and look at you, his brows furrowed in a somewhat concerned expression, silently wondering if you were ok, if you were in pain.

Yet you'd tell him to keep going. To not stop because of how good it felt to have him rearrange your guts in a gentle and careful way that makes you crave for more.

ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕖 ~

Geo has always been the cautious type. Being careful and observant to everyone and everything. Including you.

Geo wants to learn your body. To know what makes you feel good, to make you moan, to watch your expressions and how you move either below or on top of him.

Watching you and observing has always been Geo's thing. Especially when you're exposed and vulnerable to his eyes and his only.

He's cautious yet curious. That's the type of pace he sets.

He'll touch you with almost too light of a touch, as if trying to see how hard he should hold you or caress you. His thrusts would be near shallow from trying to not hurt your organs and pelvis.

Maybe he's trying a little too hard to not hurt you while also trying to learn how to give you the pleasure you need. But you're still there to guide him, to show him that it's ok for him to be deep, for his hips to press against yours.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer onto your body, making him gasp softly as he pushes in more, almost fully. He'll be mesmerized by the way you pulse and tighten around him; he'll hear your soft moans as he hit a certain spot deep in you that makes your body start to tremble from the size of him and how well hit tip hits it. Over and over.

Watching your body writhe and move and hearing your moans lets him know that he's going something right.

And he'll want to keep watching you, keep hearing you.

𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 ~

Geo's aftercare is just straight to the point.

He makes yourself up while he looks for something clean and comfortable for you to wear, something of his. Nothing of yours.

And once your clean and in his clothes, he'll find a suitable snack for you, something good for your health, of course. He doesn't make a big deal about it. He'll give you some fruit with an expressionless face, as if his silent care didn't mean anything. But it did. It does.

"Here. For your energy." He'll say it with a monotoned voice, yet his eyes would silently say, "please eat it before you're too tired."

And after all that and your comfortable enough? Geo will climb in bed next to you, his head on your chest, listening to your heart while he played with his hoodie strings gently, feeling your body heat.

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

Hyugo Sugimoto. The guy who's reckless yet precise. Caring but deadly. Two-faced.

That's him. Two sides of a coin.

But only for you. Always caring and fun and silly to around with you, but when you turn around, he's making sure your unharmed, making sure no one is going to get near you, to hurt you. But he's always desperate for your attention.

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 ~

There are many kinks that fit Hyugo, but the only one that I narrowed down the best and that really fits him the most is a praise kink.

I mean, who doesn't have that kink? Hyugo especially has that kink. To be honest, it doesn't really have to be just for sexual purposes for Hyugo, it can be also outside the bedroom.

But it works best for him if it's just you two being intimate together in the best way. He prefers it that way.

𝔻𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 ~

There isn't much that I can say about his size other than the size doesn't matter, it's the motion of the ocean. And girth.

𝕊𝕚𝕫𝕖 - 5.3 inches. Hyugo may be on the smaller side, but God DAMN does he have the girth.

He's thick enough that you don't even need the length part. He still fits good with just his girth alone, and even then, it feels better than just "good."

And the way he moves is enough to get off on. He's still able to rock your world without being in the big department.

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - He, out of the other two, isn't really THAT veiny. Maybe you'll see one on the underside of his shaft when he's getting fully into the mood if you're really looking for it, but other than that, there's not a lot of veins to be seen.

He's short and stout. Perfect for opening you wide for him. From his base to his tip is all his color, maybe his tip is just a tiny bit slightly red, but, fuck, if he isn't leaking.

His tip would be covered in his precum, ready for action and standing proud. It can be a little intimidating if you thought about it too much. But you gotta tame the beast to survive it.

𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 - Remember how I said it's not the size, but the motion of the ocean? Well, Hyugo is the definition of that phrase. He knows how to use what he has been given.

And Hyugo doesn't know when to stop. Especially if you feel WAY too good around him. He could go round after round, until your body would be trembling and overstimulated. And even then, he wouldn't want to stop, but he would only for you. Eventually.

He knows how to hit the right angles to make you gasp under him, he knows how to adjust enough to get you to moan loudly for him.

And he'll keep making you moan loudly until he's satisfied with your moans for him. Not that he ever would get tired of hearing them.

ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕖 ~

Hyugo gets what he wants no matter what, thanks to his baby face. A perk of looking so cute and innocent, yet a con because he could be just as deadly and desperate as well.

A perk for him is getting your forgiveness whenever he comes back from being gone so suddenly for days at a time. All he has to do is pout and bat his lashes at you to get you to fold. And it usually always works. Usually.

Though, there are times where he may need to do other things for your forgiveness.

Such as pleasure.

If you're giving him the silent treatment, he'll hug you from behind, his hands on your stomach, moving up and down slowly as he kisses the back of your neck, occasionally nibbling on your soft flesh, whispering apologies against your skin. One hand moving up to cup your breasts, with the other starts to fiddle with the button on your pants.

He'll be slow taking off your clothes. Almost too slow, really. As if waiting for you to tell him what you want him to do, how he should pleasure you.

But once you give in and tell him what you need? Forget about walking for a little while.

He's fast and desperate. Desperate to feel you, to grind and hump against you like an animal in heat. Let's be real, he is an animal in heat. There's no denying it.

And there's no slowing down for him. That's not even in his vocabulary. Not when his hands are holding your hips tight enough to leave nail imprints in your skin and pounding into you like it's the last time he was ever going to fuck you.

And hearing your sounds is like music to him, a song he hadn't heard in so long, and intends to have it on loop.

𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 ~

Hyugo's aftercare is just to shove your face full of food and cuddle you, letting you hold him like he was a baby while feeding you french fries.

Food is his love language, so why wouldn't he feed you his favorite food and snacks?

He'll ask for more praises from you, asking you if he made you feel good while trying to make you eat his food. Occasionally he'll nuzzle into your neck, placing kisses there for a moment before going back to sharing his food with you.

That's Hyguo for you.

In a world full of possibilities, Geo did not expect to like someone in a way that makes him vulnerable.

Of course, he’d never show it, let alone tell anyone. Especially not you. He’d rather let Deryl talk his ear off than to tell YOU that he suddenly had the hots for you. Though, Geo already sort of lets Deryl talk his ear off, not that Deryl would stop talking even when Geo demands him to.

Geo was uncomfortable with this feeling, and he hated it. He hated how he would suddenly feel his stomach do various different backflips when he would see you, he hated how he let himself drink in your scent when you walked past him. He hated it all and wished it would go away, wished that he could will it to go away.

He didn't understand it, this feeling of vulnerability and want. A feeling of needing to be near you, to let you talk to him and he just listens to you speak about whatever it was you were on about. He didn't care, just anything to keep you from going quiet on him.

Geo wasn’t the type to care, he never did unless it was about his plants or cats. But when he did care about you, he never seemed to show it, but he would feel it. Like one time, you had gone to the doctors because you had slammed your fingers on your door by accident and had to get your middle and ring finger wrapped in this bright green ugly gauze, recommended by the doctor in case they were “broken”. When you showed up to school with it, Geo was the first to notice it.

He had been staring at it all through lunch, not that you had noticed it at all, focusing more on trying to hide it more than him watching you. It was only when he grabbed your hand did you look at him, startled by the sudden feeling of his hand on yours. He held your hand like it was covered in the germs he didn’t want, but his eyes focused on the gauze around your fingers, looking displeased.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, his voice cold and disinterested, yet still laser focused on the bandage. You shrugged, confused by his sudden “interest” in your injured hand. 

“A little, but it’s not too bad.” He didn’t say anything, his mind calculating. After a long moment of silence from him, he finally let go of your hand, going back to his half eaten sandwich, not sparing you a second glance after that, acting like he didn’t care in the slightest. But you suspected otherwise. 

You nor Geo ever mentioned that moment.

Geo tried his hardest to push away the thoughts of you that occurred when he zoned out during his classes, but your voice kept playing in his mind, like a broken record on loop, playing the sounds over and over and over. Nonstop. The image of you would appear when he'd close his eyes, whether he was trying to think or sleep, it didn't matter. It seemed like you were always there when he didn't want you to. Your presence was haunting him.

He's tried everything. Anything to get rid of the stain you left in his mind. He tried to focus on his archery skills, only for him to miss the target over again because he thought he'd heard you nearby. He tried buying more plants to keep him busy, only for them to remind him of your scent, of the times you'd smell like pollen and soil from spending some of your time in the school Gardens. He even tried going to the Opera once, only for the music to remind him of you. Everything seemed to remind him of you.

It was driving him to insanity.

There he was, sitting in his Psychology class, near the back but close to the middle row by the window, a perfect view of you just a few desks away from him, unable to see him unless you turned. He was staring, or more like glaring, at you more than occasionally but not enough for the teacher to notice it. 

He was trying to figure out why he felt the way he did towards you, but coming up empty handed. Maybe you casted a spell on him? But witches weren’t real. Maybe Geo was just stupid enough to catch feelings for someone, or rather you, but Geo is too smart to think he’s stupid. He couldn’t figure it out for the life of him why he was suddenly attracted to you. It had been three months since these feelings appeared.

He hated it.

When the school bell ranged, signalling that it was the end of class, Geo didn’t move from his seat, watching as you started to pack your things carefully, neatly. Could that be it? Could Geo like you because you were neat and tidy and not messy? But then that would mean Geo would have feelings for more than half the students here in this god-forsaken college. 

Scratch that thought.

Geo was becoming desperate to find that reason, the reason he could use against you in some way. He didn’t know what way, but he will find a way, a way to make you go away, to get out of his head. Maybe it was the fact that you weren’t like the other students; the way they try to touch him, to talk to him, to get him to notice them. 

None of it had worked in their favor, of course.

Maybe it was because when you did look at him, you looked at him like he was normal, not rich, not handsome. Just him. And when you talked to him? Your voice was normal, talking to him with genuine interest instead of just trying to get into his bed with him. Not that he’d even let you if you tried. 

You talked to him like you actually wanted to, unhurried, even if he gave one or two sentences to you. But they were enough for you to keep the conversation going, to keep you interested in what he had to say, despite it not being much to anyone else.

As he watched you leave the classroom, bag in hand and heading to your next class, he let out an irritated sigh, putting his hand on his forehead. He was starting to get a headache. He packed his things and left the classroom, heading in the direction you had gone. 

His next class was on the other side of the school, far away from your’s, but he couldn’t stop his feet from moving, following you everywhere you went, far away for you not to notice him following, but close enough to keep his eyes on you. 

As he walked close by, his eyes never moving away from your moving figure, it wasn’t until someone put their arm around his shoulders that he broke his gaze, making Geo stop in place from his walking, taken aback that someone would even dare to touch him.

“What the-”

“Geo! My man! How’s it going?” 

Geo turned his gaze to the man standing beside him, his arm on his shoulders, pulling Geo closer to him. 

Deryl.

When did he get here? Geo had let his guard slip for a second too long while trying to follow you. He shook the man’s arm off him, giving him a heated glare, which only made Deryl laugh, unfazed by his mean looks.

“Say, isn’t your class the other way? How come you're going this way?” Deryl asked, raising an eyebrow in question. Geo wiped his shoulder, as if it was covered in germs that Deryl had been carrying, though he wouldn’t doubt Deryl had germs to give, and stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket, his face blank of any emotions.

“It’s none of your business.” But Geo’s gaze told a different story.

Deryl followed his best friend’s gaze, finding you walking into your class, completely oblivious to anything that Geo and Deryl were nearby. A grin appeared on the jock’s face, looking back at the delinquent. Geo raised an eyebrow, which only earned him a wider grin.

“So,” He started, making the O sound longer than it should be. “Whatcha doin 'followin' them around, my dear Geo?”

Geo rolled his eyes at his friend, turning on his heel to go to his own class, with his jock friend following, of course. Deryl chuckled, his hands in his pockets.

“What's the matter? Don't tell me you got a little crush on them or something.” He teased, shrugging it off like it meant nothing more than a teasing joke. But Geo, oh poor Geo, couldn't help that his face had gotten slightly warmer than it had before. He kept his face away from Deryl, a small part of him hoping that he wouldn't see his face. But he did notice, and the shock on his face was evident enough for Geo to know that he saw what was written on his face like transparent paper.

“Oh my God, you do! You have a crush on them!”

“Shut it.” He snapped at him, giving him another one of his famous death glares, but it didn't stop Deryl from letting out a high pitched squeal of happiness, clasping his hands on Geo’s shoulders and shaking him back and forth slightly.

“Oh my God, I can't believe it! You, of all people, have a crush! And on one of our friends!”

“Would you stop it! And shut up about it, you're being too loud!” Geo batted his hands away, trying to get his friend to shut up and to stop touching him. But Deryl was too excited about this revelation, too excited to quiet down and too excited to not stop it. He grabbed Geo’s shoulders again, this time making him stop to make him look at him.

“Have you told them yet? Do they know?”

Geo’s brows furrowed, irritated and annoyed that Deryl kept talking about this, this thing that Geo didn't even want to happen. He looked away from his friend, mumbling about how you didn’t know and will never know it. Deryl pouted, clearly not amused or even happy that he hasn’t said anything to you, and yet not surprised.

“Are you even going to? They have to know!” He pried. Geo just smacked his hands away from his shoulders, scoffing as if what Deryl had said was the most idiotic idea to do. Which it was to Geo.

“No, they don’t. Now, if you excuse me, I need to go to class, before you make me late.” And with that, Geo left his friend in the hallways, not wanting to hear anything more from the jock.

The day went on its usual way, Geo finishing his classes, walking a little ways behind you as you walked home alone. He wasn’t stalking. No. Stalking was beneath Geo, he was just making sure that you got home safely. That’s it. As soon as you walk through your apartment, he’d immediately turn around to go to his own apartment. What he was doing wasn’t bad, it was his way of protecting you, without you knowing about it of course. If you did, it would be the death of him.

The days that followed had been just like that, with the occasional look Deryl would give him with a little nudge on his arm to try to “encourage” him to say anything to you. Nothing has come about it. It wasn’t until Crowe had slammed down a piece of paper one evening that he had printed out in the library earlier that day on the lunch table, earning a startled noise from you and everyone looking at Crowe. 

He moved his hand off the paper, showing you all the big bold words on the front of it. A party at Crowe’s place. Everyone looked at Crowe, seeing the big smile plastered on his face as he sat down next to you, his chin in his hand as he looked at all of you.

“A party?” Brittany was the first to speak, her voice sounding amused yet curious by this idea. Crowe wasn’t one to throw parties on his own, let alone in his own house. Or rather at his aunt’s house. He let out a happy hum, nodding his head in his hand.

“My Aunt will be away for the weekend, and I thought why not? A big house with only lil’ old me in it?”

“Sounds depressing.” You said, the sound of your voice made Geo look at you, his face stoic and yet his fingers fidgeted with his phone in his hoodie pocket. Crowe snapped his fingers, pointing to you with one eye open, his blue eye sparkling with thoughts of partying with his friends and fun.

“Exactly! So why not just invite you guys and a few people for a little fun? Only for a little while, at least. People need a little fun to let off some stress, don’t ya think?” 

Crowe wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you slightly closer to him as you tried to peel an orange, an irritated look came and went on your face by the sudden pull, masking it quickly.

Geo gripped his phone slightly in his pocket, his eyes narrowing. He hated how close Crowe could get to you, how close he was to you. Geo wouldn’t admit it, but he wished he could be that close to you, if either you or him would let him be even a sliver of that close together.

Noticing his glare, Deryl kicked Crowe’s shin under the table, earning a small “ow” from the man and a confused look, but nonetheless, Crowe had let go of you, leaving you be as you fought to peel the orange without hurting your nail that you had painted a dark purple the night before. 

Geo rolled his eyes and grabbed your orange right out of your hands, starting to peel it with his brows furrowed, but not caring if his fingers smelled of orange for the next few hours.

Crowe’s eyes watched Geo in confusion, then looked to Deryl, who pretended to not notice his gaze.

“How many people are going to be there?” Jess spoke up, tearing Crowe’s gaze from the jock to look at Jess with a smile again.

He shrugged. “Whoever wants to come, really, the students here mostly, and if they wanted they could bring a friend or so. It’s hard to say.”

Geo gave back your orange, stuffing his hand back in his hoodie pocket. You just stared at the orange, while Geo looked back at the paper on the table, pretending to read the contents without trying to dye on the inside with just the brush of your fingers touching.

“Well, this sounds like an awesome idea! I’m sure almost everyone is gonna be there, even Geo will be!” Deryl laughed as he smacked Geo back, earning a pained groan and his face heating from him, his head slowly turning to look at his friend with a very heated death glare.

“What?”

Crowe raised an eyebrow, puzzled by this new information. “Geo, you’re going to go? I didn’t think you liked these things.”

“I don’t and I’m not.”

“I think it would be cool if you were going. Maybe it’ll be fun for you if you go. Unless you have other plans?” You interjected, popping an orange into your mouth. Geo’s eye twitched, looking at you like you had betrayed him. 

Geo had hoped that you wouldn’t go, or insisted that he went, since neither of you were ones for any kind of partying. 

You looked at him with an innocent grin, chewing on your orange. God, if there wasn’t a table in between you two, Geo would have the guts to strangle you right now. And maybe kiss your cheek. But the urge to strangle you was stronger. 

Geo sighed through his nose, utterly defeated. Why must he be head over heels for you? Why you of all people?

“I’ll… be there.” He grumbled out, earning a happy hum from his friend beside him and another sweet smile from you, eating another slice of orange across from him. Crowe’s brows shot up, along with Brittany’s mouth open wide from shock. Neither had expected that from Geo.

They both looked at each other, bewildered and curious by why Geo would ever go to a party. Suspicious. Very suspicious.

Jess looked between Brittany and Crowe, confused by what they had been thinking, yet didn’t ask.

After school that day, as Geo started to head to the school’s gate entrance, doing his usual routine, making his way to make sure you were safe, until there was a black sack pulled over his head, making him instantly turning to defend himself, only to have someone grab his ankles and wrists to lift him in the air.

“What the fuck?! Let go this instant! Let go you shits!” He yelled, but his demands fell on deaf ears as two people carried him away to somewhere he couldn’t see, but felt like only a few feet away. There was a sound of a car door opening and then the people tossing him in the backseat, making him grunt from the impact.

They sat him upright and they got in the car. Geo tore off the sack on his head and looked around, startled to find Crowe and Brittany in the front seats looking at him and Deryl sitting beside him. They all were looking at him with that certain look; the look of them knowing a secret of Geo’s.

It only took Geo a second to realize why they had “kidnapped” him and were now looking at him like that.

“Oh, fuck me.” He buried his face in his hands and groaned.

“Geo, why didn't you tell us that you had a crush? On our friend, nonetheless!” Crowe asked, feigning hurt in his voice, his hand on his chest.

Geo glared at Deryl, which made the jock rub the back of his neck, letting out a nervous, and slightly scared, chuckle.

“Sorry, Geo, they wouldn't stop badgering and bribing me with those sweet candies Crowe always has! I couldn't resist it!”

“Betrayed by a few pieces of God damn candy.” Geo snarled at Deryl, who whined like he was a puppy being scowled for doing something bad.

“Geo, it's perfectly normal for you to get a little crush on someone. Honestly, it's adorable and also exciting. I didn't think you could ever like someone romantically!” Brittany chimed in, clapping her hands together, giving Geo a smirk. 

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, letting out an irritated sigh. His friends are going to be the death of him. “Why must you people be so irritating?”

“Awe, you don't mean that.” Crowe patted his leg, making Geo scowl at him. “Are you going to tell them?”

“No.”

“Why? You should! And the party would be the perfect place to do it! And I can make sure you two are alone.~”

Geo made a face of disgust by Crowe's assumption that something was going to happen at his party. Doing something so scandalous in a public display is beneath him, even the thought of it sent a shiver down his spine, and it wasn't a pleasurable shiver.

“No, it will go away.”

Brittany pointed her long nail at him, her expression serious. “These feelings don't just ‘go away’, Geo. They're serious, and real. Just because you haven't felt them before, doesn't make them any more real than they are. You can't let them bubble up and fester.”

Geo grimaced as Brittany poked her nail on his forehead. Deep down, he knew she was right, despite not wanting her to be right. But she was. Brittany was smart enough to know the signs when someone has deep feelings for another.

“Then what am I supposed to do? How does someone go about—” He waved his hand dramatically, irritation across his features. “These feelings?”

“Take them to the party. Crowe and I will make sure that no one disturbs either of you. And then tell them how you feel. Vulnerable or not.” Brittany said, tossing Crowe’s party invitation at Geo’s lap.

Geo didn’t like that idea. In fact, he hated it. He wanted to tell them off, to tell them to go fuck themselves and to leave him alone about this. But he didn’t. Not when that night he was in his bedroom, sitting crisscrossed on his floor, his phone inches in front of him, the screen black.

He had been trying to meditate for an hour now, but to no avail. His thoughts are consumed by you, by the idea of spending his time with you at his friend’s party. He has been staring at his phone for about 15 minutes now, just staring, debating, calculating.

He was never good with expressing anything, not that he would even let himself. It was muscle memory at this point. But the thought of asking someone, no, not just someone, asking you to go with him to a party. It was intimidating to Geo, and nothing intimidates Geo.

Letting out a defeated sigh, he grabbed his phone, his hands surprisingly steady as he pulled up his messages. His thumb hovered over your contact, thinking. Should he text? Should he call instead? He hadn't thought about it until now, not until he had your contact pulled up, his thumb just inches away from hitting the call button.

Without second guessing himself, he pressed the call button and put his phone up to his ear. It rang once. Twice. On the third ring, just when he was going to give up calling, the phone picked up.

“Hello?”

The sound of your voice on the other end made his heart do something weird in his chest; almost relieved that you had answered. Though, it sounded like you were chewing on something. He frowned at the thought of you having your mouth full and answering the phone like that. Typical.

“Is this a bad time?” He asked, his voice cold and monotoned. He heard a slight shuffling on the other end, waiting for your answer.

“No, I was just eating dinner. I finished it though. Can I help you?” 

Geo doubted that you had finished your food, but it didn't matter to him, his mind was already trying to think of a way to ask you to go to Crowe's party with him.

“Do you have a ride to Crowe's party?”

“Party? Oh, no, I'm not going.”

He blinked. And blinked again. What? He had assumed that you would go, since you had basically made him agree to go just by looking at him. Hypocrite.

“Why?”

“I just don't want to go. There will be too many people there, and I'd rather stay inside.”

Geo’s eye twitched slightly at your answer. That was a stupid reason why to not go. At least have an ACTUAL reason to not go than just to stay inside! Not that he could even think of another reason why he himself shouldn't go than to stay inside to meditate or continue with his studies. He sighed through his nose, trying to not voice his opinion of your… plan to not go.

“I can come pick you up at your place around six for the party.” He continued on.

“What?”

“Seven-Thirty. I’ll come get you the day of the party.”

There was silence on the other end, which made Geo think you had hung up. He looked at his phone, seeing that you were still on call with him.

“Hello?” He called out to the phone, seeing if you were still there.

“What?!” Geo winced as you yelled at him, your yelling hurting his ear. “No, Geo, I already said that I wasn’t going.”

“You're going.” He said, his voice stern, leaving no room for debate.

It was quiet on the other end, before he heard you sigh softly, a soft, very faint, tapping noise on your end, as if debating if you should go or not.

“Fine. I'll go. But I'll get there myself, I don't need you to pick me up.”

Fuck. Well, it was better than you not going at all. Geo takes that as a win rather than a loss.

“Fine. I'll see you then.” Before you could even say anything after him, he hung up on you, not letting you get the last word in.

He placed a hand over his heart, realizing that it started racing while talking to you. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to make his heart slow down. Not that it had helped at all. Oh well. He sighed and laid down on his floor, staring up at the ceiling.

What the fuck did he just do?

Days came and went, Geo’s dread growing more and more as the days grew closer to the party. He regretted asking you to go to the party with him, but it's not like he could even take it back. Not that Crowe or Brittany would even let him take it back.

As Friday arrived, the hours ticking by on the school's clock on the wall, Geo couldn't help but feel anxious, his leg bouncing slightly, just barely noticeable, from the anticipation and nerves of tonight.

Tonight. Party at Crowe's. They will be there. Oh God. How will they get there if they don't even have a car? Do they even know where Crowe's Aunt's house is?

Geo’s mind was going a million miles an hour, yet his face remained mutual, something he has mastered over the years. He let out a soft sigh, placing his head in his hand, leaning on his elbow on his desk. He was starting to get a headache from worrying now.

Wait.

Why was he worrying?! He shouldn’t be worried over your wellbeing! He scoffed softly, making sure no one had heard his scoff to no one but the person living in his head rent-free.

He hated this. He hated this so fucking much. He still didn’t understand why his heart was like this, racing over just thinking about you. Brittany claims that it’s because Geo has “feelings” for you. But Geo is fifty percent convinced that you had put a love spell on him.

He couldn’t help the soft, very soft and small, chuckle that escaped him. Oh God. How delusional he has to be for him to think of YOU putting a love spell on him.

His eyes glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, watching the large clock handle move ever so slowly to the 12. The school day is almost over. Five more minutes. Geo can wait that long, can he? But his eyes never strayed from the clock, glaring at it like it might move faster from his staring.

Why was he so concerned at the time? Why was he even waiting for the time to pass anyways?

Finally, he looked away from the clock, but hearing the soft ticking of it was getting on his nerves. Like it was taunting him how he couldn’t escape yet. 

Once the clock finally turned the three minutes it had left, the school bell dinged on cue, and without another second passing, Geo made his way out before the teacher was even done speaking to the whole class.

When Geo made it to his car that was a little ways away from the school, he let out an exhausted sigh, his hands gripping the wheel of his car tightly until his knuckles were white. He closed his eyes, his head already pounding from his headache.

Why was he like this? 

He had no answer.

He opened his eyes enough to look up, seeing you waving bye to whoever you were talking to. His gaze softened as he watched you.

Oh, you looked so pretty. Your smile was pretty. Your hair looked so soft. Would it be soft in between his fingers? Would your hands feel warm against his cold ones?

He raised his hand from the steering wheel and smacked his face, a little rougher than he had meant it to be. He blinked at himself, finally looking away from you as you walked back to your apartment. He looked at himself in the car’s mirror, a red mark on his face was starting to form.

Shit. He hadn’t meant to slap himself THAT hard!

He tsked, looking away from the mirror. He’ll need to fix that before tonight. With another tired sigh, he turned on his car to go to his apartment, not even bothering to see if you made it back to your own apartment.

That night, Geo sat in his car, staring at Crowe’s Aunt’s house. He argued with himself on the way over because Crowe had texted him that you were there. He didn’t want to come, but yet knowing that you were there… it made him come anyway.

He looked at himself in the mirror of his car, seeing the mark where he had smacked himself. It was noticeable in the light, but hidden in the dark. He tried his best to make the swelling go down with ice, and it worked enough for it to go unnoticeable, as long as he is in the dark anyways.

He looked back at the house again before, reluctantly, stepping out of his car. He locked his car and slowly made his way up the porch. There was no one up there, no bouncer or anyone to make sure people were coming. Loud music was playing through the door, loud enough to hear the vibration. How could anyone hear in there?

He sighed and opened the door, not bothering to knock. Not that anyone would hear it.

Once he stepped inside, he immediately regretted it. People were everywhere. There were some loitering around, some dancing on furniture and other people, holding cups of whatever was in it.

Geo grimaced from the sight. He looked around, looking for at least one person he knew here. It wasn’t until he heard some girl screaming his name did he start to move around people, pulling up his hood to cover his face from people. He probably should have changed before coming here.

Someone accidentally bumped into him, which made the person drop their drink.

“Hey, watch where-”

The student stopped mid sentence when Geo glared at them, clearly not in the mood to start something they weren’t going to be able to finish. The student muttered an apology before going along on their way.

When Geo turned back, he came face to face with Crowe, making Geo jump back, frightened by the sudden appearance of his friend.

“Jesus! Let someone know you're there!”

Crowe just smiled, clearly happy that his friend decided to come afterall. Crowe wrapped his arm around Geo’s shoulders, not minding how Geo tried to push him away.

“I was wondering when you’ll show up! I have a feeling I know why you’re hear!~” Crowe wiggled an eyebrow at his friend, but it only made Geo roll his eyes.

Crowe pointed up the stairs, a smile on his face.

“They’re upstairs, I don’t know where exactly.”

Geo groaned softly from the lack of knowledge and pushed his friend aside to go upstairs, hearing Crowe yelling out good luck to him.

Geo made his way upstairs, seeing how quiet it was because no one was up there. Strange. But he wouldn’t admit that his friends had done good in keeping others away downstairs. Geo looked in a few rooms only to find them empty.

He passed the guest bedroom only to take a few steps back, finding you out on the balcony in the guest bedroom, the door wide open, as if inviting him in.

He shoved his hands in his jacket pocket, his hood falling off his head as he entered the room, making his way behind you, taking no further step to stand beside you.

Feeling a presence, you turned slightly to see Geo there. You let out a sigh of relief and turned back.

“Oh, it’s just you.” You muttered softly, going back to look over the balcony.

Geo didn’t say anything, just looking at you. You waved a hand out beside you, inviting him to stand by you.

“Come stand, I promise to not bite.” You joked, which made him roll his eyes, but he stepped beside you, his fingers fidgeting within his hoodie pocket. He watched you, seeing how you were leaning against the railing, your arms folded over it, looking up at the sky.

He looked up too, trying to see what you were seeing. Only a few stars had appeared, the sun already disappearing for the night. He didn’t know what you were looking at, or what you were looking for, but he kept looking up until you spoke.

“Well, I’m here. Was there a specific reason why you wanted me here?”

He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, just looking.

“Does there need to be a reason?”

Neither of you said anything for a moment before you groaned, your face in your hands.

“Seriously?! You made me come for no reason! That’s just.. Ugh!” You leaned against the railing again, your arms over your chest, looking at the ground, annoyed.

Geo turned from you, unable to hide the small smirk appearing on his face. Your reaction was just as he had expected it, but he didn’t think it would be… funny. He looked back at you, seeing your brows furrowed, your eyes avoiding his.

“I didn’t tell you to come for no reason.” He started, noticing how your fingers slightly gripped on your jacket sleeve tighter before turning your head to look at him. You raised an eyebrow at him in question, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, you stared at him in annoyance.

“Well, what is it? What reason do you have that is better than me staying inside?” You asked, poking at his chest. He didn’t say anything, not at first, but his eyes went to where your finger poked him. He stared at it for a moment, then looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that came out of you.

“Quiet again? You sure do know how to leave someone hanging when you wanna.” You said, moving to pull your hand away. 

Without meaning to, his hand shot his hand out from his pocket to grab your wrist, keeping your hand close to his chest. Startled, you blinked, looking at him as if he just did something he wasn’t supposed to.

“I hate you.” He muttered softly, looking at your wrist he was now holding.

You blinked again, confused where that came from. “What?”

Geo looked at you again, his eyes seemed cold and calculated, but he also looked like he was internally battling with himself.

“I hate you. I hate what you make me feel.” He started, looking at you, more or less glaring at you now. His hand tightened on your wrist when you tried to pull away. You chuckled nervously, not sure what was happening now.

“What are you on about? Don’t you hate everyone?” You asked, looking away from him. He kept looking at you, making a small step to you.

“I hate these feelings you have caused. For a reason I don’t have, you make me feel… something.”

You looked at him again, seeing the intensity in his eyes when he looked at you, how he was holding your wrist tightly, as if afraid to let go just yet.

“You make no sense, Geo. Whatever you’re trying to say, it doesn’t seem to be working with you.” You said, almost jokingly, as if trying to make fun of whatever this situation was becoming.

His eye twitched, seeing how you weren’t taking him seriously.

He mumbled something in annoyance, something you couldn’t hear. When you opened your mouth to ask what he had said, he released your wrist and gripped your shoulders with both of his hands now, keeping you still.

You tried to move back, startled, not sure why he was acting like this now when he moved closer, his lips crashing into your.

You stopped moving, entirely. Your eyes went wide, staring into his teal eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, something small and meaningful. He parted his lips slightly, his kiss deepening every so slightly. His hand on your shoulder moving slowly to the back of your neck, cradling it in his hand.

When he pulled away, he moved slightly back, but stayed close to your face, as if trying to see your reaction to his sudden affection. Or whatever that was.

“... What?” You whispered softly, as if your brain wasn’t processing what had just happened.

Geo swallowed hard, taken aback from his own actions. He had only meant to tell you how he felt, but he wasn’t always good with his words, was he?

“I.. hate you. But I don’t..?” He whispered, confused by his own feelings now. He doesn’t hate you. Far from it.

“I want to hate you. But you… You make me feel things I don’t want.” He whispered, pulling away now to look at you, seeing your wide eyes looking up at him, confused. He kept one hand on your shoulder, the other on the back of your neck.

You stared at him for a long moment, tilting your head ever so slightly to gaze up at him. “Geo.. is this… a love confession?”

Your words caught him by surprise. Was it a love confession? Was that what this was?

After all that time burning other people's love letters and confessions he never read, he became one of those people to confess their feelings for someone.

“What if.. It was?” He asked, looking down at you, his heart racing in his chest. He wanted to hear what you thought, and yet he couldn’t bear the thought of you saying no to his confession. He hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.

You blinked again, then suddenly started to giggle, confusing poor Geo even more. He couldn’t tell if you were laughing at the situation or at him.

“Oh Geo.. that was adorable!” You said, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of your eye. “I hadn’t expected that, especially not from you!”

“I’m serious.” He said, his brows furrowing.

“I know, which makes it even more funny!” You said, starting to laugh again. He scoffed, moving his hands from you and into his pockets. He turned to leave, berating himself for agreeing to do this when you grabbed his sleeve, stopping him.

“W-Wait! Give me a—ha—moment.” You said, trying to stop yourself from laughing. He glared at you, waiting for you to stop laughing. Once you did, you stood up straight, unable to stop yourself from smiling and giggling.

“Sorry, I just didn’t expect that tonight. I wasn’t prepared for it.” You cleared your throat, letting go of his sleeve and looking at him, more determined now than your laughing self before.

“Geo, I accept your confession.”

He blinked, his eye twitching again. “What?”

“Oh! I like you too.” You clarified, giggling softly. He rolled his eyes, seeing how those nights of video games were getting you to actually say you “accept” his confession.

He looked down at you, seeing how you were smiling up at him like you were expecting something. He raised an eyebrow. You pointed to your lips, making him look down at them.

“Kiss me again, please.”

Those simple words made his heart do something, a backflip or something. He sighed softly, as if what you just asked was a chore for him, and yet he leaned down enough for his lips to touch yours again, this time closing his eyes, letting himself enjoy the warm sensation of your lips on his.

Tonight wasn’t what he had expected.

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤?

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Thalassophile. It is when a person is in love with the sea and the ocean, almost obsessively. Someone who is a thalassophile craves to be as close as possible to the shoreline, like it’s their air that they need to breathe. It’s a part of them. With the cool feeling of the water in between your fingertips, the smell of the breeze in the air, the fishes that swim to you out of curiosity. Who wouldn’t love the sea?

But it’s more than just needing to be near the water, it’s a connection. It’s comfort against your skin, it’s a gentle hand in your hair. The ocean and the sea have always been there for you, and always will be.

You are part of that definition. The one that defines loyalty to no one and nothing else but the only thing that you know. Your love for the deep sea and ocean waters runs deeper than your own blood and bones, it’s as easy to love as it is writing on paper. It’s effortless. It’s strong. It’s what you know. It’s all that you know, really.

You love all parts of the waters; from the smell of the salt in the air to the warm and soft sand in between your toes. From the water gently splashing against your shins to the fishes that approach you slowly. It made you feel whole, like you were one with the water itself, no matter how cheesy that sounds to anyone else. It made sense to you.

You were happy to learn that there was a sea just on the outskirts of the city when you first arrived from the south region. You figured out not many people go out there because of a rumor that there’s this “evil” octopus that harms people if they go too far out away from the mainland. You didn’t really believe in that. On the contrary, you thought octopuses were cute, really. They were one of many of your favorite sea critters. Not your top favorite, but it’s one of them.

You had taken the time to read about them a few years ago, learning all about their biology and some little fun facts about them too that you had found interesting. Like how their ink is very dangerous, damaging someone’s sight and sense of smell and taste. But it’s also very dangerous to them, which is why they swim away after shooting out some of their ink. Another fun fact is that octopuses are very anti-social creatures, but they’ll have a partner for their benefit, rather than for love whether it’s for getting food or protection, though they are never that good with communication. Those are just a few of your favorites.

But they seem like very cautious and cute creatures, they never sounded mean or evil. Well, you’ve also never met one in real life, either. Still, you go off by the books and documentaries, and they never said anything like that. They were just mindless rumors to you, nothing more to them.

Usually, you’d go to the sea early in the mornings, but today, you had to skip that duty and go straight to work since you got stuck doing a double shift today at the library. It annoyed you, but what could you do about it? Nothing really. You need this job and no one else is hiring, so if you need to work a double, you will, just out of obligation. But it’ll just mean that you’ll have to go out to the sea the next day.

You sighed internally as you grabbed a book from the “Returned Books” cart, still slightly annoyed but trying not to show it. There wasn’t a point in dwelling over it. It isn’t like you hate your job, it has its moments. You’ve just never been a people person. Again, you’d much rather spend time in the sea than to spend your free time gossiping with people who only knew how to judge others.

People were just too complicated to you, so you never really talked to anyone unless it was out of necessity, like for school or work. Other than that, you never tried being friends with anyone. It didn’t bother you none.

You pushed the cart forward, moving onto the next row of books when you overheard two guys talking a little loudly a row behind you. You never mean to overhear anything anyone says, but they just don’t know how to talk softly. Like at all. And sometimes you find what they talk about interesting. Only sometimes.

“Did you hear about one of the sailors’ ships?” One of them asked.

“Yea, it has a gash on the underside of the boat.” The other said, his voice slightly louder and deeper than the other one.

“Do you think it’s from that thing?” The quieter voice asked, pronouncing the word “thing” as if just saying it repulsed him.

“It has to be. What else would make something like that other than that octopus?”

You stopped moving at the mention of the octopus again, your hand mid-way raised to put a book back in its designated placement. This again? Did people really believe that an octopus made a hole in a boat? It annoyed you that people kept talking about a silly octopus as if it was dangerous to the whole world or something.

“Why do they keep letting people out into the water when there’s something out there that could kill us!” Then the whole world would be forbidden to go into the water if people had that kind of logic.

“I don’t know why they won’t just kill it. It’s a dumb octopus with a walnut-sized brain.”

Setting the book down, you stepped to the other side of the bookshelf to where the two boys were, making them notice you. You wouldn’t stand anyone talking badly to any kind of sea critter, it irritated you at how they were talking about some octopus that probably wasn’t even as dangerous as they were saying it was. No, not probably, it most definitely wasn’t that dangerous.

They looked at you, one of them raising an eyebrow at you. “Can I help you?” The one with the deeper voice had asked you first, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance at the interruption.

“Octopuses aren’t dumb or stupid. They are actually quite intelligent and very mysterious creatures. And they have more than just one brain, they have nine. Some in each of their arms.” You informed them, slightly glaring at them for what they were saying. Usually, you wouldn’t intervene in someone’s conversation, but you couldn’t just sit back and let them continue talking like that.

The guy on the right stared at you with an annoyed expression, annoyed that you had interrupted them just to put your two senses in. “We weren’t talking to you. And besides, it doesn’t matter how many brains it has, it’s still a danger to people. Someone needs to kill it or something.”

“It’s because you’re provoking it. Wouldn’t you get angry if someone kept invading your space?”

Your question made the guy glare at you, seemingly not liking to be talked to like how you were talking to him. Like he was dumb for not thinking of how the octopus would feel about its space being invaded by foreigners. He was considered to be dumb in your book, anyways. He tapped his friend’s shoulder with the back of his hand, starting to turn away to leave. 

“Let’s just go. We don’t need to waste our time with this freak.” His harsh words didn’t affect you, you were mostly used to them. Mostly. 

You watched them leave, standing your ground, your hands clenched into tight fists. You hated people. How they talk to animals and sea creatures as if they don’t have feelings. It disgusts you. Once you made sure they were gone—or at least can’t no longer see them where you were—you let out a soft shaky sigh, letting out some frustration before going back to work.

You didn’t understand why people talked about an octopus with such hate and annoyance. It’s just an octopus, for fucks sake! You’ve never seen it, but you didn’t need to to know that an octopus couldn’t really make a slash in someone’s boat. They don’t even have bones to do something like that, just fluid and muscle. But it’s still not enough for them to harm a boat.

Though, some part of you does wonder what makes people think this octopus is dangerous? Is it a large octopus? Did it have an odd number of tentacles? Well, there was only one way to really find out. And it so happens that tomorrow is your day off. Maybe you could go see this octopus later in the evening, when there’s no one there. You doubt that anything would even happen when you’re out there, but it’s always worth a try, right?

It was a little hypocritical of you to go out there after trying to reprimand someone else about invading the octopus’s space and home. But humans are very curious people, naturally. Who wouldn’t be just even a little curious about the “rumors”?

And so, you did what you planned to do the next day, waited around until it was at least 3pm, when it’s still daylight out but no one lingering on the outskirts of the city. You knew that there weren't going to be many people there because of how often you’ve been by the sea and memorized the schedules.

Sometimes tourists like to come and visit the city, and so there is a little shop and rent-a-boat area near the sea for them to use during the scheduled times. But they are limited on how far they can go because of the “evil octopus.”

You've never actually been out in the water except when you were just standing near the edge of the sea, just enough to let the water splash up to your knees. So this will be your first time out there. How exciting.

When you got there and paid for a boat for an hour, the worker brought your little one person boat out to the water, warning you not to go too far before heading back to the shop. Not that you'd take that warning to heart, since the only reason you are there is to break it anyways.

You got in the boat and gently pushed the sandy ground with the paddle, pushing yourself out into the water. You kept yourself steady as you paddled your way further and further from the shore, occasionally looking back to make sure you wouldn't get caught.

Your heart was starting to race in your chest from anticipation. You silently hoped that the “dangerous” octopus would come up and do something to the boat, to show you how dangerous people say it was. Though, you were more excited about seeing an octopus than anything else.

You passed an orange ball in the water, the ball to let people know that they are going too far past the restricted limit. Your grip tightened slightly on the paddle handle as you continued on, your hands becoming a little sweaty. You didn't know why you were becoming nervous, maybe because you knew what you were doing was against the rules of the water, but you pushed past the feeling, not wanting to worry about it. You didn't need to worry about an octopus that might not even show up. You had nothing to worry about. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself, but a tiny lingering part of you had an anxious feeling chewing in your guts.

When you thought you were far enough in the dangerous territory, you stopped paddling, letting the boat stop on its own as you set the paddle down by your feet, and then waited patiently. You didn't bring anything with you as you waited, so you just kept your hands in your lap, occasionally looking back to the shore, seeing the shop and the shoreline was nothing but a small speck.

Nothing happened for a while, yet you waited. You weren’t really sure what, exactly, you were waiting for. Something to jump out at you? A sound? And for about five minutes, you waited, enjoying the sounds of the gentle waves and the sea salt smell in the air, enjoying the pretty blue sea and sunny skies. It was nice. Relaxing, even. Why haven’t you done this before? Well, you have, just not past the shore at least. Why was that? You let yourself ponder that question in your head, thinking about it and what the answer might be.

Until you felt the boat tip slightly, breaking your thoughts. You looked around the water, holding onto the sides of the boat, trying to see what had bumped the boat. But your reflection only looked back at you, the water still that pretty azure blue. Nothing different other than the gentle waves of the water. It had felt like something had tried to push you back out to the shore, but didn’t want to touch the boat any longer than just that one second.

That made you confused. Were you losing your mind? Did you imagine it? Nothing happened for another minute, which made you chalk it up to you being tired and hallucinating instead. But then you felt the boat tip fully, tipping you into the water, your yelp cut short by the salty water. It was hard to open your eyes due to the salt in the water, but you tried anyway, your eyes stinging a little from the feeling.

You felt something wrap around your ankle tightly, pulling you down sharply into the water. You tried to swim back up but couldn’t, your chest tightening from the lack of oxygen. You felt your body being turned around, making you face the thing that pulled you down. Through your somewhat blurry vision, you notice that it wasn’t a sea critter but… a man? Or, at least, a form of a man. Or a woman?

You could tell they were glaring at you, angry that you had dared to disturb them in their peace. You felt something wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to them until your chest was pressed against theirs, their hand coming up to clamp around your mouth and nose. If you couldn’t breathe before, you definitely couldn’t now. And it was definitely a man, judging by the feeling of their flat chest.

You tried to break free from him, but his tentacle around your waist tightened, making you stay put against him. You couldn’t die now, not like this. Dying in the sea was more on the bottom of your list than the top. You kept struggling against him, needing to breathe, your mind starting to feel a little fuzzy.

He kept glaring at you, his face moving closer to yours until his mouth was next to your ear. When he spoke, it was clear, as if he wasn’t speaking underwater.

“Leave. And never come back here.”

And with that, he shoved you back up to the surface, letting you go. You did your best to swim up to the surface as fast as you could, your mind fuzzy around the edges, your hands breaking through the water as you pushed yourself up until your head was above the surface—sucking in as much oxygen as you could before coughing up a little water and blindly reaching for the overturned boat. You couldn’t really see because of the salt in your eyes, but somehow you managed to put the boat back in place on its underside before trying to climb back into the boat.

Once you felt somewhat safe in the boat, you rubbed your eyes, trying to get rid of the salt, but that only made the irritation worse. Your eyes felt like they were on fire from rubbing them. You felt the boat begin to drift backward, as though something unseen were pushing it toward the shore—or at least somewhere closer to land.

The moment your feet hit the sand of the shore, you shouted for help, blind and panicked. A frantic employee rushed to you, quickly bringing you inside the shop to rinse your eyes until the burning eased enough for you to force them open again. Your vision was still blurry and unfocused, but clear enough to get you home on foot.

It hurts to see but it didn’t look too bad when you looked at yourself in the mirror in your apartment, just noticeably red.

You hadn’t been able to remember how the guy looked, your brain was still trying to process the whole mess of it, but you knew that the guy definitely wasn’t human. You could still feel the gentle suction of his suckers gripping your clothes and waist. 

It was weird. You didn’t feel scared about him at all, just the fact that you couldn’t breathe is what scared you the most. You knew you probably should have been scared of him, but you only felt… curiosity. A part of you wanted to know more, to look at him and to try to understand how he became this. Though, you need to be more prepared for next time if you decide to go back out there. 

Which had taken you a few days to go back because of work, either working too early or working too late to actually go out to the sea, but when you did finally have a single day off, you went back to the rent-a-boat shop. You were a little more prepared now—prepared in the sense that you bought goggles to see in the water and to avoid getting salt in your eyes again.

You knew you’d probably make the octopus-man guy angry again, but it’ll be worth the trouble to see him. You knew that it wasn’t a dream or something your mind made up because of the lack of oxygen. And for proof, you brought a disposable camera with you. Would it irritate the guy more? Most definitely. Did you care? Not really. Well, not completely. You kinda cared, but you were more determined to get a picture of him as proof for yourself to know that you’re not crazy. It wasn’t like you were going to show it off to anyone. There wasn’t anyone to show off too, anyways.

Paddling yourself past the orange ball, you rowed a bit further before bringing the paddle back into the boat, letting the boat stop on its own just like last time. Only this time with a pair of goggles and your camera.

Is this a terrible idea you’ve ever had? Yes. Yes it is. But your curiosity has gotten the better of you, the need to learn about whatever he was, gnawing at your brain to the point where it felt wrong to not look at what he is.

This time you don't even try to wait for him, instead, you’ll just go to him. Slowly, you stood up on the boat, your goggles on and your camera prepared. The boat wiggles slightly under your weight before settling a little, just enough for you to shuffle over to the side of the boat, preparing yourself to go in. Only to have the boat tip over again like before, making you fall in the water, your hand accidentally letting go of the camera.

You felt a hand grabbing your throat and something wrapping around your leg, pulling you until you were face to face with the man from before, but now you can see him clearly unlike before.

He was glaring at you, his brows furrowed in irritation and eyes boring into yours. You could see his long hair floating in the water, darker than the night sky, with a single red ribbon wrapped around a strand of his hair on the side of his face. A pair of earrings dangling in the water that looked like blue cactuses. His eyes though, they were a blueish green color; pretty yet dangerous. He looked… gorgeous. You hadn’t expected that.

“What part of ‘never come back’ don’t you understand?” He asked, his hand tightening slightly around your throat. You didn’t answer him. You couldn’t. You were underwater with a hand strangling you a little. You placed a hand on his wrist, trying to pull his hand from his throat. A weak attempt that did nothing against his surprising strength.

“Why can’t you people just leave me alone already.”  He muttered a curse under his breath, swimming up to the surface, bringing you with him. He fixed your boat and picked you up out of the water with ease, as if you weighed nothing to him despite being drenched with the sea water, slamming your body back down into the boat. You coughed, catching your breath from his grip and for oxygen.

“Now leave me alone before I regret sparing you again.” He looked at you with such disdain that it was almost scary to you. He turned around to leave and to go back in the water when your hand shot out, grabbing his shoulder. Another mistake you’ve made today.

“Wait! Please, I was just curious! I  heard about the rumors and just wanted to see for myself..” You tried to explain to him that you meant no harm, but the way he turned to look at you suggests that he doesn’t care. He doesn’t. Instead, he pushed your hand off his shoulder, a little too forcefully. 

“You saw. Now leave. I do not have the time or the energy to entertain your curiosity or anyone else’s.” He wasn’t going to budge about you staying near him. But you tried again, not ready to leave just yet. There were so many things you wanted to ask him, so many things to learn about this new discovery.

“How did you become this?” It was the first thing that you wanted to ask, wanted to know. But he didn’t seem to like that question, or any question that you had in mind.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” He asked suddenly, placing one of his hands on the rim of the boat, keeping his glare on you. “Why can’t you people just leave me alone? Always coming out here for what? To torture me? Take me in for science?”

You shook your head,  “No! Nothing like that! I–”

“I don’t care about your reasoning. I just want to be left alone.” He let out a tired sigh, his index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose, as if just having this conversation was draining his social energy. If he even had one. He looked at you once more, his eyes showing a hint of something that you couldn’t place before masking it, his expression growing back to annoyance. 

“Just leave.”

You wanted to argue, to debate him about staying longer and to demand him to answer your questions. But the more logical part of you knew you couldn’t stay here forever, couldn’t force him to answer the questions you were desperate to know. You got what you wanted, to see him even if you weren’t able to get a picture of him.

Your goal was just to know that you weren’t crazy. And you completed that goal.

Without another word, he pushed you back out, away from the restricted area and back to where the shore was. You were still wearing those dumb goggles when your boat floated towards the sandy areas of the shoreline, but you were still looking out to where the guy was. You didn’t even get to ask for his name. Did that matter? Maybe not.

You couldn’t really believe that you had just let him go like that. You had him where you wanted him! But… he was still a sea creature with feelings, so you couldn’t force him to do anything. That would go against what you believe in, it’d go against your morals and the deep love you feel for the waters.

But that didn’t mean you’d forget about him.

You still went out to the sea whenever you could; sitting in the sand, watching the waves, feeling the gentle waves kiss your feet and shins. It always felt good to be by the sea, though, your thoughts always wandered back to the guy. The octopus. Whatever he was. You hoped that you’d be able to see him from afar, but you never could.

Could he see you too? Maybe. Octopus eyesight is pretty good.

You thought about going back out to see him, but you’d be invading his space. Which wasn’t something you liked to do. So, you’d just wonder and think about it, never doing it.

𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝.

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