[ Eventually Itsuki finds himself sneaking out of Church again. Because he promised Kiyomi that he would seek her out again, and despite what he might seem like, Itsuki keeps those kind of promises. Especially after what happened last time. The thought of that comes with a slight flush moving across his cheeks - the sensation of her mouth on his skin, sucking on her fingers.. it's enough to make his heart pound a little quicker, but he tries to keep his steps light. This is their secret, after all. And there's at least one person who would probably gladly throw him out to the wolves, considering everything up until now.
.. their secret. He idly rubs the spot under his shirt where he knows she's left a mark - he's been checking up on it every single time he's had the time to look into a mirror by himself.
They're not strangers anymore now, she said, and it's something that's hard to deny even for Itsuki. So he finds himself automatically seeking her out now things are lingering so much inbetween being annoying and being confusing. Somehow it feels like her presence in the middle of all of it is at least something he can depend on, even if it means sneaking into her room.
Remembering how much he startled her last time, he now comes in a little more cautiously at first. Checking to make sure her Messiah isn't there again, closing the door behind him, not moving from there yet as he calls out-- ]
.. Kiyomi, it's me.
[ It's only then that he approaches the bed, before just..
.. well, flopping down on it. Apparently he's making himself right at home here, and something about the slightly more mature aura disappears the moment he does so, considering his tone drops to a whine right after. ]
Kiyomiiii...
[ Apparently someone just wants to be comforted, huh. And she's his last resort when it comes to that.
(And he likes being around her, but it's easier to think about when he doesn't put that as the forefront reason in his mind.) ]
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.. their secret. He idly rubs the spot under his shirt where he knows she's left a mark - he's been checking up on it every single time he's had the time to look into a mirror by himself.
They're not strangers anymore now, she said, and it's something that's hard to deny even for Itsuki. So he finds himself automatically seeking her out now things are lingering so much inbetween being annoying and being confusing. Somehow it feels like her presence in the middle of all of it is at least something he can depend on, even if it means sneaking into her room.
Remembering how much he startled her last time, he now comes in a little more cautiously at first. Checking to make sure her Messiah isn't there again, closing the door behind him, not moving from there yet as he calls out-- ]
.. Kiyomi, it's me.
[ It's only then that he approaches the bed, before just..
.. well, flopping down on it. Apparently he's making himself right at home here, and something about the slightly more mature aura disappears the moment he does so, considering his tone drops to a whine right after. ]
Kiyomiiii...
[ Apparently someone just wants to be comforted, huh. And she's his last resort when it comes to that.
(And he likes being around her, but it's easier to think about when he doesn't put that as the forefront reason in his mind.) ]