I sat on my bed in Glitter, thinking about what happened to Koujaku; those tattoos. They ruined him. I always knew Koujaku as a good man, and I still do, but those tattoos drove him mad. He killed his mother, and he couldn't live with it.

My door opened,"Hey," Koujaku said, coming inside," I made some ramen if you're hungry."

"Thanks," I said as he put a bowl on my desk.

"I have a question," he said looking away," You don't think I'm a bad person for what happened, do you?"

I sat up," Of course not, I don't look at you any differently."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're still annoying and stupid and don't have a single brain cell in your head."

He made an annoyed noise,"I-I'm not any of those things!"

"Yeah, okay."

"Well, you're a brat and a bitch in the morning!"

"I am not!" I stood up facing him.

"Are to!"

"Are not!"

"Are too!" We burst into laughter so bad that we grabbed our sides and fell to the floor. I wiped my eyes and looked at Koujaku who, to my surprise, was staring at me. He leaned in and closed his eyes, connecting our lips. I gasped, what was he doing?

He pulled away, blushing,"S-sorry I didn't mean-" It was like something took over me, because almost instantly, I kissed him again. He moaned against my lips as we pulled away.

"It's okay Kou'," I assured him.

He smiled and pressed his forehead against mine,"I love you, Aoba."

"I love you too," I felt my cheeks grow warm.

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes," I think your soup is cold."