''He's staring at you. He's angry."
"Daichi." The blond's lips pursed almost shyly, submissively, as the whisper escaped. Hazel eyes dulled and softened to where tears seemed as if they'd soon follow. The thin, light locks fell the boy's forehead as he looked up to meet the dark gaze. "I-I'm very sorry, I ask for your forgiveness. Please, I understand that it was rude and wrong of me to have forced myself onto our hostess and—"
The words ceased to flow abruptly as the dark eyes narrowed. Yuki's shoulders hunched slightly, his body seemed to retreat back to the shadows of the tent with that slight movement as to avoid the intense glare. Almost groaning, telling off the younger male and scoffing at the unneeded air of disappointment that one would find with a mother learning of her son's secret revelry, Yuki further pursed his lips.
''Don't make him angrier."
Pale hands lightly reached for his neck, pressed strands of soft flaxen hair away to trace the purplish bruise to where it met his shoulder in reminding himself to hold his tongue. "Daichi, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He muttered, despite the brunette's loss of interest in casting condescending glares at his hunched figure. Slowly, he stood. "I understand, I'll go. I'm sorry."
The already faint, ghastly young male then vanished, colours dulled and seemed to blend with the nothingness of air until he'd disappeared.
"No." The words pressed past his lips roughly, hushed for little reason. Dark eyes traced the ground, following the imperfectly smooth floor to the dark trousers worn by the ghastly figure. Innocently wide eyes turned to slits with a soft scoff that proved inaudible. Yuki hastily mumbled apologies.
The words continued, pleading for the brunette's forgiveness. The image of them laying on each other, locking lips in a sort of sloppy passion angered him, if not aroused jealousy or loneliness or a feeling of slight contempt for their affection.
The blonde pressed a hand against the back of his neck, the saddened expression painted across his face shot a jolt of guilt through his stomach. Faint hunger aided it. Daichi sighed lightly and looked away as the blonde left.
"I'm going to rest for now, please don't disturb me." Casting a fleeting glance at that lady, eyes drifting from her face to rest on her disheveled clothing with a pink tint to his cheeks, Daichi found himself curled in a distant corner—awake.
『E T H E R E A L』
❝Born to blossom, bloom to Perish.❞