Desire, he understands. Even if all those months ago, Yukimura ended things with him, it doesn’t change the obvious chemistry that still exists between them. Akaya also understands obsession, this dark and chaotic instinct that drive him to do irrational things (like get in the cab). But tenderness he finds confusing, because it radiates something more profound, a longing, a warmth. Love. So when Yukimura reaches for him and twines their fingers together, his breath hitches for a moment.

He can almost taste the bitter sadness in Yukimura’s kiss. Why should he feel this way? Isn’t this what Yukimura wanted? Akaya loved him more than anything, but it wasn’t enough for him. It pisses him off.

His fingers curl tightly around Yukimura’s as his breath falls hotly on his cheek.