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stonemarionette

-xX- Midnight Blue –Xx-

‘I’m confused,’ he murmured digging his face deeper into his pillow. Those grey eyes hid behind dark blue locks. ‘I have no idea what is going on anymore...’

Minato took a deep breath and looked outside. It was half-past three in the morning; he couldn’t bring himself to sleep. ‘I feel stupid.’

He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, he just couldn’t. So much had been going on that it all came down to a terrible mix inside of his head. A knock on his door brought Minato back to the confusing reality that he really did not wish to face.

‘It’s open,’ he said bluntly.

The doorknob turned; with a cracking sound the door flew open, only a dark silhouette was standing behind it. Regardless, Minato knew who it was.

After few moments, the silhouette took one step forward; the moonlight slowly revealed the tall and slender figure of a man. He was standing few inches away from Minato’s bed, on which the delicate frame of the young man was resting.

‘Senpai...’

Minato lifted his body from the bed to face the midnight visitor. Their eyes met; Minato’s melted slowly in those maroon ones. They both stood still. The moonlight was beautifully illuminating their faces.

His pale skin, bottomless eyes, magnetizing gaze; he seemed bewitching that night.

d…c

Minato was pushed down on the bed, with his visitor on top of him. It all happened in an instant. The guest’s hot breath was caressing his cheek; Minato could feel his body crumbling inside under his intense gaze.

‘So you came.’ Minato was rather anxious, his voice was trembling. ‘It’s been a while.’

The guest remained silent.

Clinging almost desperately to his clothes, Minato continued on: ‘I missed you… you know?’

The moment when those words escaped his lips, he was held captive by those strong arms, those soft lips crushing on top of his, his entire body engulfed in that familiar scent - his scent.

It was his and no one else’s; it remained on the pillows, on the sheets, even on Minato’s skin, as a reminder of his presence in his heart. A reminder of what he had done to his body and soul; they were stained.

Minato was well aware that there is no such thing in the world that would remove that stain. Whenever he thought about the others; how would they react if they ever happen to find out about this, bothered him a little. He could already see their appalled faces, their eyes looking down on him; followed by some straightforward judgment coming from Mitsuru. They could say whatever they like, but to him, that stain was the indication of something more than anyone could explain in words. ‘Love’, was it? That’s how most of people would probably describe this feeling.

Finally giving Minato a chance to breathe, Senpai spoke in a calm, soothing voice: ‘I missed you, too.’

Minato curled his lips into a weak smile. That sounds so fake. He knew. At the back of his mind, he knew that his own feelings and the feelings of his beloved never coincided. Call it a one-sided relationship; but it was the truth, and they both knew it. Minato could never bring himself up to actually make things clear, and he seemed to be okay with that.

‘I’m fine with just being your fuckbuddy.’ Did I say that? Minato eyes grew wide open at the realization of his blunt comment that was not supposed to be spoken; it made his guest’s face change.

Cocking his eyebrow in something between irritation and anger he hissed: ‘You’re no ordinary fuckbuddy.’

Minato could practically feel his skull being pierced by his powerful gaze so hard that it even began to hurt a little. Here is a perfect example of where your brainstorming might get you.

That was actually the last coherent thought before his mind went blank...

d…c

… Quarter past seven. Minato opened up his eyes and stared blankly at the alarm clock. Thank Heaven it’s Sunday; otherwise, I would get my head chopped off by particular someone for skipping classes. Leaving those thoughts behind he turned around to face his beloved Senpai. Minato sighed when he faced nothing more than a crumpled pillow and an empty space beside him.

‘So he ran off again…’ But those words did not sound like he was hurt; quite the opposite actually. That running-away-in-the-early-morning thing had become something special. It would totally ruin his style if he stayed, Minato smiled to himself, right, Shinjiro-san?