Ayame-Okita

Eiji wasn’t a big person. He was very much on the smaller side of things. His temper, just the same as his height, was legendarily short. Andrew had held off telling him about how he’d been feeling recently just because of that. “What do you mean you’re feeling lonely?” Eiji scoffed, “I know I work a lot but can't be lonely. I'm not lonely, and we live together. How does that even work?.” Andrew groaned, “I tell you I’m feeling lonely and you immediately throw it off because you’re not.” He stood up, clenching his fists, “You’re lucky I don’t even think to mention you

He’d finally asked. You’d smiled and said yes, of course. So here you are, on your second date with Momo. As happens with all couples, you and Momo were on your movie and ice cream date. You had already seen the movie and were just now popping the last bite of your ice cream cone into your mouth. You shivered slightly. Apparently you had eaten too fast. Momo seemed to notice. “Are you cold?” He asked. “Not really, just my tongue.” You shrugged. “Want me to warm it up for you?” He had a suggestive grin plastered on his face. You stared at him, blinked a few times, then burst out laughing. “Oh my

She watched him standing at the edge of the room, naked down to the waist, sharp red eyes looking out into somewhere, something he couldn't explain, tan brow creased as though he were in some sort of labor backbreaking labor. He did this almost every night, and Tomoyo wasn't quite sure why. She suspected it had something to do with the fact that every touch, whisper and caress he gave her seemed feigned, distant; that when they kissed his lips were cold and unreceptive, barely there for but a second after they touched; and even though the two had never been intimate, she suspected that on their wedding night their consummation would be pass