[he murmurs a finally between their lips before hitching him up higher, stepping back to his bed and sitting on the edge, pulling the other boy back into his lap. hands slipping underneath ishimaru's jacket and shirt underneath, he feels the bare skin of his back before leaning back and growling softly.]
I hate this uniform.
[it only exists to taunt him.
and oowada has no idea the plan being waged against him. he's still relatively cool headed.]
we need to fix this one day, i need to be more equipped for this situation
I hate this uniform.
[it only exists to taunt him.
and oowada has no idea the plan being waged against him. he's still relatively cool headed.]