she opened her apartment door. midnight. expecting blue eyes and a blur of white hair.
eyes so blue, but so broken.
hair so white, and soaked in blood.
“satoru.” she almost says.
but his mouth is on hers before she can rectify it. hot, and desperate. so strong for someone considered a mutt.
his hands are far more calloused.
his scar presses into her cheek.
“need you,” he breathed, and the rasp in his voice told her— he was very much not satoru.
“satoshi—” the words muffled on his suffocating lips. as big hands cupped her face, thumbs digging into her cheekbones as he stumbled her into her own home. kicking the door shut. shoving her back into it.
bitter. his bitter tongue. pressing into her mouth and souring her tastebuds, she managed to pull him off. “toshi—” she grunted, pink eyes snapping up at him. “satoshi, you're drunk. stop it.”
“fuck, please.” his forearm caged her in. pressed above her head. his lips hovering hers as his touch ghosted her face now. not daring to touch after she told him otherwise, but still begging.
“please. I need you. need to feel like myself again. need to feel my own body—”
her heart stopped at that croak. he did it again. gave himself up. his body.
she understood, broken things like them did that a lot.
she swore she saw tears on his lashes. like shimmering crystals shining over the jagged scars on his face. he pressed closer. desperate.
“please,” his voice shook. “I'll be good. so good. I'll. . .” his lips ghosted hers. temptation. surrender.
“you can pretend I'm him. do whatever you want. call his name, I don't care, just please—”
his tears fell.
“please just feel me.”
♡. i just really wanted to write something for this two <\3
