[He feels his stomach drop, anxiety gripping him like bony hands closing in around his neck, making it difficult to breathe.
Sakamoto has never in his life been any woman's first, been anyone's first, not yet anyway.
In a few months, he would be the first real friend Mutsu ever had, but that's a different story altogether.
He wants to say something, wants to scream, because in his mind this kind of thing should be special and savored, far from the unpleasant night he had experienced years back, but... She is different from him. Perhaps she just wanted to try something out, and like himself, wasn't interested in being with anyone at the time.
He hopes, desperately, that she isn't trying to make anyone jealous. That she did this for herself, first and foremost.]
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Sakamoto has never in his life been any woman's first, been anyone's first, not yet anyway.
In a few months, he would be the first real friend Mutsu ever had, but that's a different story altogether.
He wants to say something, wants to scream, because in his mind this kind of thing should be special and savored, far from the unpleasant night he had experienced years back, but... She is different from him. Perhaps she just wanted to try something out, and like himself, wasn't interested in being with anyone at the time.
He hopes, desperately, that she isn't trying to make anyone jealous. That she did this for herself, first and foremost.]
Oh.
[His sticky fingers tighten around hers.]
Your hands felt...
[And her mouth, oh god her mouth-]
You could've fooled me! Hell, ya did fool me.