#komeshi

FUCK YEAAAAAAAH

5. … giving the other a strip tease

“We have the same bodies, so~~there’s really no need to be shy, Nagito-kun~~!”

“We…don’t,” he swallows, as the other shucks off his chic black jacket, chain dinging as he did. “You have a lot of scars that I don’t, right?”

“Ehehe, maybe.” A teasing smile as he tugs at the color of his long-sleeved, striped shirt, exposing a pale, bare shoulder, There were indents in the skin, as though someone dug their nails in deep. He blinked, but the other’s smile had softened considerably. “Is that sympathy?”

“I…don’t know.” Komaeda huffs sardonically. “I don’t know what any of this is.”

“Isn’t that obvious? It’s self-indulgence. Self-care.”

He tugs at the end of his shirt, pulling it up. His waist and abdomen is similarly slight, similarly pale but there are litters of small scars from either cuts or burns. Komaeda almost reaches out, curious about those marks on skin that is and isn’t his own, but at Servant’s smile and realizing his fingers were ready to curl around that shifting chain leash, he yanked his hand back.

“Ehe.”

“I-It’s just…” Komaeda trails off, taking in visible ribs, more scarring, and then… Servant starts to tug down his pants. Those milky thighs–milkier than his own–are littered with curious yellowing bruises in addition to the prominent dual symmetrical scars. “It’s…” He swallows. “Self-exploration. That’s…all.”