Characters: Ryousuke Kominato; 20 years old. Current occupation: Prostitute. Incidentally a model for art class. Youichi Kuramochi; 19 (?) years old. Current occupation: Aspiring art student. Has a motorcycle.
Plot: It is America in the summer of 1955. The Seven Year Itch, the first TV games shows, the first Disney world, the first Guinness Book of World records; Rosa Parks is arrested, the Vietnam war begins, and 'In God We Trust' is added to all US currency. It is clearly the time of legend; the birth of the American dream.
How They First Fall -
Kuramochi was rejected from an art atelier program because he looked like street gang trash and acted like it too. Of course, like street gang trash, he didn’t just give up after being rejected, and wiggled his way into a staff position as a custodian. There, he met Ryousuke, who was ostensibly modelling as a side job by the request (and additional payment) of his client, the master of the atelier.
Kuramochi was struck by sexual confusion from the moment he first saw Ryousuke. He entertained this for several months, drawing Ryousuke and sculpting him(Kuramochi is primarily an artist of 3D media(ie: wood, metals, clay, glass, etc.)). Eventually he started to tail Ryousuke under the mental excuse of using him purely as an “art reference.” Somewhere along the line, he also experienced a plethora of fantasies with the anatomically correct Ryousuke of his mind -this of course didn’t serve to clarify his sexuality to him at all.
Ryousuke met many different types of people as a high-class (exclusively gay?) prostitute. He had had very little interaction with Kuramochi in the beginning, but he was distinctly aware of the little crush Kuramochi harbored. They had several very intimately charged conversations before and after modelling session at the school, in which time Kuramochi presumably learned Ryousuke’s primary job as a prostitute(“no wonder everything about him was just so sexy” - no, shut up mochi. It’s because you’re gay).
One day, Ryousuke has one of his very rare run-ins with a bad client. In the 1950’s, homosexuality was an acquired taste that could have easily been fetishized by the upper class who otherwise would have no interest if not for the “taboo factor.” Ryousuke had been assigned to meet a client for the first time, but arrived on location to find instead a number of anonymously disguised men, there to sexually assault Ryousuke. They succeeded. It was a “bad night.” And Ryousuke immediately cut ties with the client.
But this client was not going to give up. Because Ryousuke had still been recovering from being mob-raped, he found himself at a severe disadvantage when the ex-client pursued him almost immediately after cutting ties. It was late at night and Ryousuke had known immediately that physically he wouldn’t be able to fight off anyone on his own. He escaped to the art facilities of the atelier, which was a little ways out from town. He went by taxi, and assumed he would stay with the head of the atelier for a time while he shook off his new stalker. But instead the ex-client found him that very same night.
Kuramochi was illegally using the art facilities after his custodial duties when he discovered a frazzled Ryousuke fleeing from a very violent and crazed client. Kuramochi beat the shit out of the client.
After this, Ryousuke didn’t want to be indebted to the little janitor boy, so Kuramochi’s reward was a quick fuck. But they were super compatible so it ended up meaning more than intended(*oh shit Ryousuke don’t think too much of it*).
Kuramochi overstepped his boundaries a bit because of the incident with the ex-client, and implored Ryousuke to quit his occupation as a prostitute. To this, Ryousuke revealed a bit of his rational on the matter, "people walk different lives. if I told you to take a beating rather than give one, would you say otherwise? Everyday is hazardous in its own way; it's not about avoiding conflict, it’s about making it work for you so it helps you to survive." Kuramochi didn’t push the matter any further.
They had a lot of really important flirting after, because Ryousuke thought a little more of Kuramochi and the potential of his dick. Somewhere along the way, Ryousuke concluded that Kuramochi’s truthfulness and puppy-qualities were endearing. They went out to dinner the very next night. Ryousuke showed he had totally no filter when it came to sex (foot molestation under the table oops). Also he was an expensive taste kind of guy.
How They Go Steady -
Kuramochi takes up another job to afford Ryousuke. He looked into jewelry making in order to fashion a present. All the sappy shit. The sex sealed the deal for Kuramochi, and he found himself totally head over heels. On Ryousuke’s end, things were definitely getting there romantically, but he was determined to keep the practical part of himself in check. Flings like Kuramochi weren’t good news for his career. He decided to try and cut off with Kuramochi before feelings grew.
Kuramochi came with flowers and the whole gambit after a few weeks. He was waiting for Ryousuke to get out of his modelling, but the head artist (who had been salty for a while about Ryousuke’s listlessness because of the Mochi issue)held Ryousuke back and confronted him about their relationship. Kuramochi did not step in like a good boy, and instead let Ryousuke handle things.
Ryousuke dealt with the issue by coercing the head artist to admit Kuramochi into the atelier and move him to the correct section (3D, not drawing). In exchange, Ryousuke would entertain the head artist without having to be distracted with pity for a boy who didn’t have much going for him but an unrequited crush. Kuramochi was in a different room all the while with his goddamn flowers, not hearing a bit of it.
Ryousuke entered the atelier without the slightest hesitation. But he continued to take every opportunity to see Ryousuke, even brighter than before because of his newly opened career path.
For Ryousuke this didn’t solve the problem he had at all, and even as mean as he could be, honestly he couldn’t discipline himself to pull away from Kuramochi outright. He tried to only have sex with Kuramochi when they meet. And then, with the Head Artist wrapped around his finger, he made it so that Kuramochi’s work kept him too busy to meet up.
Kuramochi lost the ability to do creative things. He took out his frustration on Eijun (apparently in this rp??). Eventually, he skipped class to visit Ryousuke.
Ryousuke, now aware that he himself could not push away, thought to irritate Kuramochi until he left on his own. He flirted with other men in front of Kuramochi. Kuramochi was angered, but he made it clear that he was still completely invested. Ryousuke instigated a fight by stating that he didn’t want a man that “didn’t respect himself,” especially after seeing his love interest blatantly flirting with another. Kuramochi accused Ryousuke of “running away” from the relationship. Ryousuke was particularly salty in response, because he knew it was true.
They had a really nasty fight where eventually no one found themselves thinking about what they were saying. And before they knew it, clenching fists or pushing around turned into throwing each other up against the wall and feeling all over and kissing. Out of the blue, they were clearly making out in the middle of a hallway. Kuramochi dragged them into an unused music room because classes were getting out. They screwed in very acrobatic ways involving a piano among other things.
Ryousuke finally let his feelings break through, and he conceded to starting a relationship.
Key lines: “If we do this, I’m going to hurt you, you know.” - Ryousuke (when he finally decides to commit).
“It’d be worth every damn cent.” -Kuramochi (in response to a proposal of having to pay off every client Ryousuke will lose because they’re together.)
...But in doing so, a lot of emotions came to the forefront with it. He turned on the radio in the music room and started making small talk, quickly segueing into an unexpected memory in which one of his worst clients had put a gun inside him and pulled the trigger. Obviously the barrel had been empty, else Ryousuke would have been blown to bits, but the feeling of utter terror was there nonetheless.
Kuramochi came up from behind and hugged him silently, promised he would make money to get Ryousuke out of it all. And then the radio played some music that was a little off for the moment, but they slow danced to it anyway, for a time. Ryousuke started crying and immediately he realized that all the things he contemplated were just the collateral damage of his life that it wouldn’t help to toil over.
He was afraid that he was growing weak, so even though he only had a shirt on, Ryousuke ran out of the building on his own. Kuramochi let him go, because he knew that what Ryousuke needed most was space.
Ryousuke met a homeless man. Got a light, had a long smoke and a long talk, barefoot in a grungy bleach white shirt, squatting like trash on the side of the road (which he could predict he was going to be in no time at all now that Kuramochi came in the picture).
Key lines: “It never mattered what other people thought. Because in the end, you know in the end, nobody knows what they're doing anyway.” - Homeless guy (randomly in conversation with Ryousuke).
Kuramochi got on his bike after a few hours and went looking for Ryousuke. From what the homeless guy said, and maybe also compelled by the buzzing exhaustion of the waning day, Ryousuke hopped on Kuramochi’s bike and asked for a ride “to the gas station,” which was in the town a ways out from the atelier.
The rev of a harley was timeless and body shaking. New century machines were hot and heavy; Ryousuke liked them because they were edgy and oddly just like him. The things men owned aside from the women they superiorly loved. He hadn't been on a bike in a long time. The speed brought him farther from reason.
The way from the atelier area to the city was a lengthy country road. The sky gone all red. He kneaded his fingers into Kuramochi's bare skin to make sure he was there.
Current -
Ryousuke is wearing Kuramochi’s biker jacket. They have talked about this impossible future, which Ryosuke brings up on his own. A ton of kids and a farm, this all-American image. And they make it to the gas station and Ryousuke is still a bit more bubbly than usual. And he buys a shit ton of junk food and stuff it all in his mouth. Divulges another piece of backstory: that a sibling(brother) died of starvation during the Depression, and that became his chief reasoning for wanting to survive above all else, throw morals to the wind for bread on the table. He shoves a mooncake in Kuramochi’s mouth.
The two are still currently at this gas station.
Spoils - We have plans for Kuramochi to get drafted for Vietnam. Ryousuke has been offered by a client to move to New York
Edited (Typooos and tense. Slowly fixing. Also my rhetoric is terrible.) 2015-11-22 18:15 (UTC)
i listened to rent and it made me think of our AU HERE I AM FINALLY
[ in the past year or so of his life, kuramochi has realized one certain thing about kominato ryousuke: he's a hurricane of a person. it's impossible not to get caught up in him, from his words to the way he carries himself to his ever-unreadable, ever present smile. if that's the case, then the recent breakthrough in their relationship was the eye of the storm, and for what it was worth, that's what this felt like, spending time together on his bike, wild and free and alone.
it's not the feeling of 'winning' something, because it's not quite like that. sure, there's the freedom of being able to barrel down the highway with ryousuke at his back, smelling like danger and cigarettes and holding onto the front of his shirt, little hands that he's kissed during sex, red knuckles and delicate fingers that he's wanted to hold, like the secret sap he tries to deny he is. he doesn't feel like he 'won' because ryousuke can't be won, he's not some prize like people seem to treat him as. it feels like he's earned his interest, that's for sure, but kuramochi still has to contend with his life and this tiny, amazing person clinging to his back the whole ride home, contend with the draft letter on the table his mom cried over yesterday afternoon. he hasn't told ryousuke yet; his good mood currently feels tenuous and the last thing kuramochi wants to do is ruin it for something that's out of his control.
sometimes being around ryousuke is like gliding down the new highways on his motorcycle; sometimes it's grinding on broken glass. he's never sure if he's doing or saying the right thing, and earning his friendship feels harder than getting his kisses, though both are just as rewarding. with every day that passes he chips away a little by little and learns new things like he has now--the thing that happened to one of his siblings, why he does what he has to work and live. kuramochi gets that better than anyone, from his own rough background and his days with bleach blonde hair, which he has yet to tell ryousuke, either (though he imagines he can predict it; kuramochi is painfully obvious in most things, can't keep a secret worth a damn.)
like how much he likes ryousuke, how painfully obvious it is in his face and his gestures that he loves him, that the littlest things he's done are the things that keep him awake at night. when he looks murderous in someone's direction, threatens (and kuramochi's sure he'd absolutely commit murder) the only thing he can think is i'd help you bury the body. it's how he knows he has it bad. it's why youichi's treasuring this little moment, now, ryousuke chuckling and telling him stories, shoving a mooncake in his mouth.
he looks good in his jacket.
kuramochi coughs at being fed and lets out a muffled, protesting-- ] Oi! [ --out of habit, and he thumps his chest to make sure it doesn't go down the wrong pipe or something, his expression playfully annoyed. there's not a mean thing without it; he's a puppy dog, obvious to see. ] Normal people'd ask if ya wanted a piece, Ryo-san!
Re: i listened to rent and it made me think of our AU HERE I AM FINALLY
[ It was damp, the sky red, their shadows dark tangerine, cast long and wide, like smudged blood on the cement. He had been here before. In a warm place, perhaps far in the forgotten happiness of early youth. When he had chosen a lollipop over dinner, had taken it in his mouth greedily without a second thought of the consequences thereafter. This was the situation he was again faced with. All his life, Ryousuke tried and failed to discipline out from himself the very demand which he exploited in his clients - this feeling of euphoria that was only bought by sacrificing a later contentment.
He was ready to feel like he was in control again. Ready to wake up and remember how to function on his own.
But maybe now, more so than ever before, it wasn't possible to be in control. They could ride like that forever, he thought. If they could chase the moon as it receded over every horizon, and keep going like that. And then find a place where it was always dark and lay together like that. Make love under the stars. Grow old and then die there. If that were the narrative of an old nelly's end, a poorly lavished stray of a man, then Ryousuke couldn't imagine anything closer to the reality of dreams.
What a strange thing to be overwhelmed with, a crazy wind that knocked him off his wits. He was looking at Kuramochi for a moment and smiling, like he always did, thinking of him. He had the cake shoved in his mouth. He was saying something and Ryousuke wasn't listening. He had his hair a bit disheveled by the breeze of the bike ride. At the store it smelled like something that would get them high, and suddenly Ryousuke wanted a lollipop, the same kind he'd traded for his dinner long ago. Because even now he was impulsive and he didn't care. ]
I thought you'd always want to eat something I give. Maybe I'll ask this time: wherever we're going, you'll screw me when we get there right? [ he pulled at the corners of Kuramochi's jacket. His knees felt the night air with a bit too much of a conscious chill.
He could look at Kuramochi and remember every detail of his face, the thin shape of his iris, the curve of the brow, the way one side of his lips rose higher when he grinned than the other. The way he hands could fit almost all the way around Ryousuke's thighs, they knew that from practice. What it was that made it impossible to say no - it was everything that Kuramochi was. A stupid, talented, magnetic, forceful kid who would never back down. And he, Ryousuke knew, was the kind to never leave someone behind.]
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Summary of Story
Ryousuke Kominato; 20 years old. Current occupation: Prostitute. Incidentally a model for art class.
Youichi Kuramochi; 19 (?) years old. Current occupation: Aspiring art student. Has a motorcycle.
Plot: It is America in the summer of 1955. The Seven Year Itch, the first TV games shows, the first Disney world, the first Guinness Book of World records; Rosa Parks is arrested, the Vietnam war begins, and 'In God We Trust' is added to all US currency. It is clearly the time of legend; the birth of the American dream.
How They First Fall -
Kuramochi was rejected from an art atelier program because he looked like street gang trash and acted like it too. Of course, like street gang trash, he didn’t just give up after being rejected, and wiggled his way into a staff position as a custodian. There, he met Ryousuke, who was ostensibly modelling as a side job by the request (and additional payment) of his client, the master of the atelier.
Kuramochi was struck by sexual confusion from the moment he first saw Ryousuke. He entertained this for several months, drawing Ryousuke and sculpting him(Kuramochi is primarily an artist of 3D media(ie: wood, metals, clay, glass, etc.)). Eventually he started to tail Ryousuke under the mental excuse of using him purely as an “art reference.” Somewhere along the line, he also experienced a plethora of fantasies with the anatomically correct Ryousuke of his mind -this of course didn’t serve to clarify his sexuality to him at all.
Ryousuke met many different types of people as a high-class (exclusively gay?) prostitute. He had had very little interaction with Kuramochi in the beginning, but he was distinctly aware of the little crush Kuramochi harbored. They had several very intimately charged conversations before and after modelling session at the school, in which time Kuramochi presumably learned Ryousuke’s primary job as a prostitute(“no wonder everything about him was just so sexy” - no, shut up mochi. It’s because you’re gay).
One day, Ryousuke has one of his very rare run-ins with a bad client. In the 1950’s, homosexuality was an acquired taste that could have easily been fetishized by the upper class who otherwise would have no interest if not for the “taboo factor.” Ryousuke had been assigned to meet a client for the first time, but arrived on location to find instead a number of anonymously disguised men, there to sexually assault Ryousuke. They succeeded. It was a “bad night.” And Ryousuke immediately cut ties with the client.
But this client was not going to give up. Because Ryousuke had still been recovering from being mob-raped, he found himself at a severe disadvantage when the ex-client pursued him almost immediately after cutting ties. It was late at night and Ryousuke had known immediately that physically he wouldn’t be able to fight off anyone on his own. He escaped to the art facilities of the atelier, which was a little ways out from town. He went by taxi, and assumed he would stay with the head of the atelier for a time while he shook off his new stalker. But instead the ex-client found him that very same night.
Kuramochi was illegally using the art facilities after his custodial duties when he discovered a frazzled Ryousuke fleeing from a very violent and crazed client. Kuramochi beat the shit out of the client.
After this, Ryousuke didn’t want to be indebted to the little janitor boy, so Kuramochi’s reward was a quick fuck. But they were super compatible so it ended up meaning more than intended(*oh shit Ryousuke don’t think too much of it*).
Kuramochi overstepped his boundaries a bit because of the incident with the ex-client, and implored Ryousuke to quit his occupation as a prostitute. To this, Ryousuke revealed a bit of his rational on the matter, "people walk different lives. if I told you to take a beating rather than give one, would you say otherwise? Everyday is hazardous in its own way; it's not about avoiding conflict, it’s about making it work for you so it helps you to survive." Kuramochi didn’t push the matter any further.
They had a lot of really important flirting after, because Ryousuke thought a little more of Kuramochi and the potential of his dick. Somewhere along the way, Ryousuke concluded that Kuramochi’s truthfulness and puppy-qualities were endearing. They went out to dinner the very next night. Ryousuke showed he had totally no filter when it came to sex (foot molestation under the table oops). Also he was an expensive taste kind of guy.
How They Go Steady -
Kuramochi takes up another job to afford Ryousuke. He looked into jewelry making in order to fashion a present. All the sappy shit. The sex sealed the deal for Kuramochi, and he found himself totally head over heels. On Ryousuke’s end, things were definitely getting there romantically, but he was determined to keep the practical part of himself in check. Flings like Kuramochi weren’t good news for his career. He decided to try and cut off with Kuramochi before feelings grew.
Kuramochi came with flowers and the whole gambit after a few weeks. He was waiting for Ryousuke to get out of his modelling, but the head artist (who had been salty for a while about Ryousuke’s listlessness because of the Mochi issue)held Ryousuke back and confronted him about their relationship. Kuramochi did not step in like a good boy, and instead let Ryousuke handle things.
Ryousuke dealt with the issue by coercing the head artist to admit Kuramochi into the atelier and move him to the correct section (3D, not drawing). In exchange, Ryousuke would entertain the head artist without having to be distracted with pity for a boy who didn’t have much going for him but an unrequited crush. Kuramochi was in a different room all the while with his goddamn flowers, not hearing a bit of it.
Ryousuke entered the atelier without the slightest hesitation. But he continued to take every opportunity to see Ryousuke, even brighter than before because of his newly opened career path.
For Ryousuke this didn’t solve the problem he had at all, and even as mean as he could be, honestly he couldn’t discipline himself to pull away from Kuramochi outright. He tried to only have sex with Kuramochi when they meet. And then, with the Head Artist wrapped around his finger, he made it so that Kuramochi’s work kept him too busy to meet up.
Kuramochi lost the ability to do creative things. He took out his frustration on Eijun (apparently in this rp??). Eventually, he skipped class to visit Ryousuke.
Ryousuke, now aware that he himself could not push away, thought to irritate Kuramochi until he left on his own. He flirted with other men in front of Kuramochi. Kuramochi was angered, but he made it clear that he was still completely invested. Ryousuke instigated a fight by stating that he didn’t want a man that “didn’t respect himself,” especially after seeing his love interest blatantly flirting with another. Kuramochi accused Ryousuke of “running away” from the relationship. Ryousuke was particularly salty in response, because he knew it was true.
They had a really nasty fight where eventually no one found themselves thinking about what they were saying. And before they knew it, clenching fists or pushing around turned into throwing each other up against the wall and feeling all over and kissing. Out of the blue, they were clearly making out in the middle of a hallway. Kuramochi dragged them into an unused music room because classes were getting out. They screwed in very acrobatic ways involving a piano among other things.
Ryousuke finally let his feelings break through, and he conceded to starting a relationship.
“It’d be worth every damn cent.” -Kuramochi (in response to a proposal of having to pay off every client Ryousuke will lose because they’re together.)
...But in doing so, a lot of emotions came to the forefront with it. He turned on the radio in the music room and started making small talk, quickly segueing into an unexpected memory in which one of his worst clients had put a gun inside him and pulled the trigger. Obviously the barrel had been empty, else Ryousuke would have been blown to bits, but the feeling of utter terror was there nonetheless.
Kuramochi came up from behind and hugged him silently, promised he would make money to get Ryousuke out of it all. And then the radio played some music that was a little off for the moment, but they slow danced to it anyway, for a time. Ryousuke started crying and immediately he realized that all the things he contemplated were just the collateral damage of his life that it wouldn’t help to toil over.
He was afraid that he was growing weak, so even though he only had a shirt on, Ryousuke ran out of the building on his own. Kuramochi let him go, because he knew that what Ryousuke needed most was space.
Ryousuke met a homeless man. Got a light, had a long smoke and a long talk, barefoot in a grungy bleach white shirt, squatting like trash on the side of the road (which he could predict he was going to be in no time at all now that Kuramochi came in the picture).
Kuramochi got on his bike after a few hours and went looking for Ryousuke. From what the homeless guy said, and maybe also compelled by the buzzing exhaustion of the waning day, Ryousuke hopped on Kuramochi’s bike and asked for a ride “to the gas station,” which was in the town a ways out from the atelier.
The way from the atelier area to the city was a lengthy country road. The sky gone all red. He kneaded his fingers into Kuramochi's bare skin to make sure he was there.
Current -
Ryousuke is wearing Kuramochi’s biker jacket. They have talked about this impossible future, which Ryosuke brings up on his own. A ton of kids and a farm, this all-American image. And they make it to the gas station and Ryousuke is still a bit more bubbly than usual. And he buys a shit ton of junk food and stuff it all in his mouth. Divulges another piece of backstory: that a sibling(brother) died of starvation during the Depression, and that became his chief reasoning for wanting to survive above all else, throw morals to the wind for bread on the table. He shoves a mooncake in Kuramochi’s mouth.
The two are still currently at this gas station.
Spoils -We have plans for Kuramochi to get drafted for Vietnam.
Ryousuke has been offered by a client to move to New Yorki listened to rent and it made me think of our AU HERE I AM FINALLY
it's not the feeling of 'winning' something, because it's not quite like that. sure, there's the freedom of being able to barrel down the highway with ryousuke at his back, smelling like danger and cigarettes and holding onto the front of his shirt, little hands that he's kissed during sex, red knuckles and delicate fingers that he's wanted to hold, like the secret sap he tries to deny he is. he doesn't feel like he 'won' because ryousuke can't be won, he's not some prize like people seem to treat him as. it feels like he's earned his interest, that's for sure, but kuramochi still has to contend with his life and this tiny, amazing person clinging to his back the whole ride home, contend with the draft letter on the table his mom cried over yesterday afternoon. he hasn't told ryousuke yet; his good mood currently feels tenuous and the last thing kuramochi wants to do is ruin it for something that's out of his control.
sometimes being around ryousuke is like gliding down the new highways on his motorcycle; sometimes it's grinding on broken glass. he's never sure if he's doing or saying the right thing, and earning his friendship feels harder than getting his kisses, though both are just as rewarding. with every day that passes he chips away a little by little and learns new things like he has now--the thing that happened to one of his siblings, why he does what he has to work and live. kuramochi gets that better than anyone, from his own rough background and his days with bleach blonde hair, which he has yet to tell ryousuke, either (though he imagines he can predict it; kuramochi is painfully obvious in most things, can't keep a secret worth a damn.)
like how much he likes ryousuke, how painfully obvious it is in his face and his gestures that he loves him, that the littlest things he's done are the things that keep him awake at night. when he looks murderous in someone's direction, threatens (and kuramochi's sure he'd absolutely commit murder) the only thing he can think is i'd help you bury the body. it's how he knows he has it bad. it's why youichi's treasuring this little moment, now, ryousuke chuckling and telling him stories, shoving a mooncake in his mouth.
he looks good in his jacket.
kuramochi coughs at being fed and lets out a muffled, protesting-- ] Oi! [ --out of habit, and he thumps his chest to make sure it doesn't go down the wrong pipe or something, his expression playfully annoyed. there's not a mean thing without it; he's a puppy dog, obvious to see. ] Normal people'd ask if ya wanted a piece, Ryo-san!
Re: i listened to rent and it made me think of our AU HERE I AM FINALLY
He was ready to feel like he was in control again. Ready to wake up and remember how to function on his own.
But maybe now, more so than ever before, it wasn't possible to be in control. They could ride like that forever, he thought. If they could chase the moon as it receded over every horizon, and keep going like that. And then find a place where it was always dark and lay together like that. Make love under the stars. Grow old and then die there. If that were the narrative of an old nelly's end, a poorly lavished stray of a man, then Ryousuke couldn't imagine anything closer to the reality of dreams.
What a strange thing to be overwhelmed with, a crazy wind that knocked him off his wits. He was looking at Kuramochi for a moment and smiling, like he always did, thinking of him. He had the cake shoved in his mouth. He was saying something and Ryousuke wasn't listening. He had his hair a bit disheveled by the breeze of the bike ride. At the store it smelled like something that would get them high, and suddenly Ryousuke wanted a lollipop, the same kind he'd traded for his dinner long ago. Because even now he was impulsive and he didn't care. ]
I thought you'd always want to eat something I give. Maybe I'll ask this time: wherever we're going, you'll screw me when we get there right? [ he pulled at the corners of Kuramochi's jacket. His knees felt the night air with a bit too much of a conscious chill.
He could look at Kuramochi and remember every detail of his face, the thin shape of his iris, the curve of the brow, the way one side of his lips rose higher when he grinned than the other. The way he hands could fit almost all the way around Ryousuke's thighs, they knew that from practice. What it was that made it impossible to say no - it was everything that Kuramochi was. A stupid, talented, magnetic, forceful kid who would never back down. And he, Ryousuke knew, was the kind to never leave someone behind.]