Neccissary Violence
Unlike the way it is for Hiiragi and Tachibana, where a physical fight can be a precursor to a meltdown of volcanic proportions, violence is nessisary for Toru and Saki's relationship.
This is the only language of the-big-l-word they are capable of speaking. Somehow, both of them know that the teeth, nails, punches, kicks are only lies to hide the real feeling behind them, but both know that this thing called tenderness is a small child, brused and locked in a small, dark room in their hearts. Starving without knowing what food is.
Even when Harada Toru is fucking Asakura Saki into a matress, for once, slow and long, it is accompanied by grazing teeth and digging fingertips. Sometimes it just means bruises instead of cuts.
Even their words are sharp and harsh, like the light that reflects from Saki's switchblade out under a sidewalk lamp, flicking open and closed in a nervious habit while they wait for the bus. People look at them as if to wonder why they even walked so closely together while carrying on such a heated argument.
They know that their perhaps-big-l-esque-feelings are not going to be expressed in the near future like it is on the giant screens of the movie theatres, where they both delight in sitting at the back to discomfit the kids who just want to make out. They don't whisper, except to tease, and hardly ever kiss with anything less than bruising force.
They know that they're missing out on something.
They don't care.