niragi is exhausted . he doesn't want to hear about hatter's weird ass stories about his rent boy days back in the day , and wonder who would pay for the man to spend a night with them ? maybe it's just that hatter's not his type , even the thought makes him want to throw up . maybe niragi's type were blondes , short blondes with deaf fish eyes that takes days and mountains to actually impress them . the challenge is exciting to niragi , it's impossible for him to be attracted to someone who wants him without making him work for it . the patrolling went pretty quiet , not even a drunk asshole trying to stand up to him or call him a freak and getting shot in the head . nothing , just silence , just saiko's meaningful little grins when she hears someone scream or moan in hatter's room . a rooms away from where they were guarding , making niragi's nose twist in disgust .
his feet ached when he entered his room — and he was expecting chishiya to leave before he came here . he was expecting him to leave when he left the room , why was he staying ? why was he . . wearing his shirt ? niragi's question meets a useless answer , it aims to gauge why but it only earns him a positive statement . right , very observant , and the observing keeps going for a very long time . buys him time to decide how he was going to act if he ever came back to his senses . it doesn't work , what he does is to raise his brows and move his jaw a little .
well , the shirt was too big . it's expected , the logical part of his brain tells him it's because chishiya is shorter than him and so the shirt grazes his pale mid thighs which he's marked up like a hungry wolf the night before . but the darker part of his brain , keeps reminding him that he spent exactly one hour preparing chishiya last night for their very unholy activities . maybe less , all niragi remembers is that he was impatient and didn't want to hurt chishiya like that . he listens to the first part , closes the door behind himself and clears his throat . ‘ you don't have your own shirts or something ? ‘ is he really fucking complaining about it ? can he dare ? why is he avoiding looking at chishiya when he's putting the rifle against the wall . he's stopped being paranoid with the rifle around chishiya a long time ago . he sits on the bed while he u does the buttons of his own shirt , finally deciding to let his eyes settle on chishiya . the bastard looks– beautiful . the thought is killing him , he hates it . a few buttons undone , he leans back to tap on his thigh . ‘ come here . ‘
— cont. @sharpsuite