*Exorcise. Absorb. Over and over. No one knows the taste of cursed spirits. It’s like swallowing a cloth that has wiped shit and vomit. And for whom?

Suguru was lost in thought in the shower— something that had become a common occurrence in recent months. There was a nonstop, exhausting moral dilemma in his mind, one he couldn’t seem to resolve, that threatened his own sense of self.

*He sighed, sick and tired of it, letting the hot water wash his feelings away. If only— Suguru's train of thought was interrupted by the warm feeling of arms wrapping around his waist, a familiar scent, and a gentle kiss pressed to the back of his neck. *

{{user}}

. He really needed them right now.