The strawberries surrounded him, little black seeds brushing against his arms, legs, chest, hair. The red hearts pressing into him creating pink stains as he pushed against them with too much force. Usagi hovered above him, his eyes intently staring at Misaki's pulp-covered body. His tongue gently licked the side of Misaki's neck, causing the boy to shiver and groan. Misaki laced his hands with Usagi's, trying to warm what was always so cold. Usagi bent down, placing small, strawberry-flavored kisses on Misaki's delicate mouth.
Misaki smiled to himself; life was filled with strawberries, and it never tasted so good.