Taira turns his brother’s words around, over and over, allowing them to churn themselves into a bloody mush inside his skull. Kisho is the only person in the world who can make him feel the way he does. It’s a frustrating sort of helplessness, where he has all the literal power in the world but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t get what he wants.
It kills him.
And he can’t avoid it, that’s the worst part. Kisho expects a punishment at this point, he knows he does. It’s the cycle they’ve been stuck in for years. Kisho refuses to bend over and Taira keeps pushing and pushing.
Kisho won’t do what he says, fine. Then every disgusting want and desire and request of all the filth he likes to associate with can puppeteer him instead. His disobedience towards him will be his only reprieve... ❌’
I don’t have to do anything just because I was forced to be in the same class as other people. I’m not under any obligations. I didn’t sign a contract. I don’t even like you.
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