catch nijimura stealing one of tatsuya's cigarettes ! / supotsus.
⁑ unprompted. / @supotsus !
wasthe shift of his eyes clandestine sanctimony against the bright yellowish ,purpled joints crawling up his torso / or his pretence a perfidy ? a smear ofblood is left on his white shirt , in the wake of their impish crawl up to hisbreast pocket ——— shū knows he always keeps them there [ how fun for the outlineof the carton box to be pressed right into his racing heart , like a dagger at thethroat of something feral ] or perhaps it’s a paucity of willpower : there isn’tmuch he can deny him , not with adrenaline whooshing in his system / making himtipsier , higher than any other chemical could ever take him. ❛ … it seems likei have taught you well. ❜ & even now after he falls silent again , the snort shū lets out seems to bethe lonesome panacea to all of tatsuya’s problems , a breath tingling inhis face as the other tips close : certainly did he not have to dig this deepin tatsuya’s breast pocket , pressing into a presumptively broken rib [ causing his heartto writhe in its cage ] as he let out a soft groan.
incredible , he thinks , how hyperaware & numbadrenaline renders you [ or them ] / feels nimble fingers drag a cigarette outof its box while tatsuya almost laments how expensive those are [ 8$ , the mostexpensive ones on the market! ] & yet it seems so worth it as he watches shūlight it with that ludicrous lighter printed in its duck design [ curtesy ofmike ] & take a rushed drag. ❛ let me have one , too. ❜ a moment passes , theother’s stare pellucid in how he was confused before tatsuya leaned in / lipsparting with a sound that could almost be lewd & he understands [ &tatsuya tried not to be too satisfied with the way shū’s bruised fingers shookagainst his lips ] , taking an undeniable inhale against the other’s bruised skin as if trying to smell their mutual pain on him / nicotine & blood , just after his taste.














