I dont own the characters. they belong to Takanaga Hinako
its a little drabble-about 100 words.
Morinaga had Senpai in his arms, close to his body, close enough to breathe him in. His scent was intoxicating—thrilling—a special blend of cigarettes and cheap beer, lab chemicals and fresh soil, and something else, something warm that Morinaga couldn't really place.
Souichi's hair was a tangled mess across the pillow. He was asleep, and his breathing was shallow. He had his arms wrapped around Morinaga, refusing to keep him away any longer.
Five years.
Five years spent on longing, forced passion, and a lot of alcohol at a gay bar. Five years and Senpai was finally his.