DISCLAIMER: This story is set in the anime, where Taisuke is actually in love with Kotonoha and gentle with her. This ISN'T Taisuke's counterpart from the visual novel, who brutally rapes her. I do NOT and will never support or write stories that involve characters falling in love with their rapist, which is why I wish to stress that this story does NOT follow said trope.
Makoto Who?
Taisuke Sawanaga's heartbeat was rhythmic against Kotonoha's temple as the girl stirred awake, cool air gusting from the fan on Taisuke's nightstand brushing over her slender back. Deep brown eyes fluttered open and were met with a relaxing dimness of navy shrouding the inside of Taisuke's bedroom. She raised her head from his bare chest, mind and perception still hazy. Loud snores erupted from his mouth, drowned out partially by the rapid sounds of the fan's blades. She slid her nude body from his equally nude anatomy and sat up.
Last night's events rushed at the speed of a bullet through her mind, leading to the confrontation between the two at school's festival. The most regnant recollection was of Taisuke confessing his love to Kotonoha before taking her virginity, as Kotonoha went catatonic in both body and mind. Taisuke proceeded to claim her, having taken her not expressing any protest as a consenting indicative that she wanted him as well. Lubricious visions misted into her mind: Taisuke removing her bow and blazer, her whimpers of pleasure, rocking flesh, comforting words from him, his arms encased with devoted grip around her, beads of sweat plopping onto her cheeks.
Though her mentality had been briefly petrified by Makoto's callous rejection, her senses came back at the feeling of his touch upon her—inside her. Still somewhat weak in the head from the encounter, she had luminously requested to Taisuke to take her away from the school to no particular destination; her soul longed to be a great vicinity from the cesspool of speciousness and seduction that was Sakaino.
Hands conjoined, the two teens exited the building. A sadistic blade of dismay punctured the heart of the lesser sane half of the pair as her eyes stole a side-glance of Sekai and her beloved dancing before the roaring bonfire. The devastation was deduced to a modicum after a passionate, yet tender, night with Taisuke.
Taisuke, she thought while cradling herself. The boy's name resonated through her being, seeming more a foreign phrase rather than a birth-given identity. Her violet hair blew against her face, which was visibly void of emotion.
Behind her, Taisuke's fingers stretched out in search of his companion's warmth. He stirred and then stiffly rose into a sitting position. Once his sleep-blurred eyes were able to distinguish Kotonoha's hair from the swaying navy curtains, they took in the heavenly features of her voluptuous body.
With a sleepily halfhearted smile he scooted over to her and put his arms around her waist from behind. He yawned against her ear. "Katsura-chan..."
She didn't know how to respond without the wavering in her voice being heard by the male, so she responded with body language and settled back against his chest. Noon was creeping along, she could feel, yet she made no hasty grab for her discarded clothing carelessly littered upon the floor.
Whatever chain of events that was bound to transpire from her choice, she would be far more prudent in her actions than she had been.
"I'm your boyfriend now, right?" Taisuke hopefully asked pressing a chaste kiss to her shoulder.
Was he?
For the first time in a few hours Kotonoha's mind veered back to Makoto.
Makoto.
Makoto.
Makoto.
His name was just a word stripped of any meaning to her now; the only tie that she had to him now was the picture of him on her phone...
"Right?" Taisuke gently pressed, propping his chin atop her head.
She would delete it by the end of the day.