He pushes my back against the wall and pins me there with his weight. I can smell the alcohol in his airy breath. He's been drinking, I dryly think to myself. "Yamaken, the alcohol is influencing you, I think we should get away from this party and get home." But he just responded by leaning closer to me...his perfume becoming an overwhelming constant in my nostrils. "But where's the fun in that?" he drawls. Warmth blossomed in my chest as our lips brushed together. I could feel butterflies dancing in my stomach as Yamaken pressured his lips onto mine tentatively, at first, and then forcefully. He slipped past my shirt and ran his hands up and down my back and then clasped them around me, holding me in place as I struggled to move away from him. I could taste our shared breath, feel the thud of our combined heartbeat as he tore off my clothes.
My eyes were half closed, and so were Yamaken's and his lips only looked small from afar, I realized, because of their doll-like pucker. They were perfectly big, really, now that I had a good look at them. Perfectly something. He nudged his nose against mine, and our mouths fell sleepily together, already soft and open. When my eyes closed, my eyelids stuck. I want to open them. I want to get a better look at Yamaken's perfectly slanted eyebrows, I wanted to admire his fine, thin golden strands of hair that came onto his face and seemed to reflect the moonlight so well—I had a feeling this was never going to happen again and that it might even ruin what was left of my life, so I wanted to open my eyes and bear some witness... But I was so tired. And his mouth was so soft. Nobody had ever kissed me like this before. Shizuku lost her mind, gave it up willingly. Who was there to know, to care, but the two of them in the dark and the storm? It was her and him and it's not like anyone else had ever made her feel like this. Haru was aggressive and overeager, an infatuation at best. But Yamaken? He was the slow beating pulse that breathed life into me...he was like getting caught in a river's tide, constantly changing but never relenting control of me.