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When she touched him, he felt his blood run cold. The feeble pressure of her hands around his back was hot, sticky, and almost intoxicating through his clothes: summer heat splashed over autumn. Raimei's cheeks were paling in the dim sunlight, as though the contact was draining her health away. The pink glow in them faded steadily until she was as sallow and drawn as an ivory sheet, mirroring his normal complexion, and there were suddenly shards of ice—a series circuit of needles—flowing through his bloodstream. Each slit in his veins spiked his consciousness with something deadly. From where her wrists brushed the curves of his neck and shoulders, static electricity roiled and skittered down his spine.
He was in awe of her then, half-aroused and cut away from retreat by the arm and back of the bench. In every path of her life, she was consistently strong, self-aware, and assertive. For those reasons alone, he respected her as highly as anyone. Now, he was in awe of her for the unprofessional shake in her limbs, because she looked so much more human as she hovered over him than she had ever looked lying in the dirt or with an IV taped to a vein in her arm. There was something wild in her eyes that was clawing to find escape as her fingertips trembled against his shoulderblades. Kouichi tried to move, intent on finding distance and respect so she would stop quivering; uncoordinated, he drove his hip into her bruised kneecaps as she knelt awkwardly on the bench beside him.
"Kouichi." She sounded almost scared. Raimei's hands hadn't moved, but her nails were biting in. A timid breeze stirred their hair while they sat in apprehensive silence, blending long strands of blonde with snowy white. The air was cold, but their skin was hot, faces flushed. Kouichi exhaled shallowly. Raimei had told once before he wasn't her type, though he'd subtly decided she was in so many ways his; and here, she rested her face unsurely against the crook of his neck, and her moist breath made goosebumps break out over his arms. He could feel her eyelashes brush against his throat when she blinked and trembled. Somehow, that was what made Kouichi's heart falter most. "R-Raimei-san—" The crack in his voice seemed enough to provoke his own lungs into collapsing, breath coming obscenely short. What an exhilarating feeling it was, he thought dizzily, when he couldn't breathe. It was like dying.