Hello again. Lets make it quick; I am very sorry I didn't update earlier, y'all! I had Christmas crap and a huge extended family to hold me back. Also I felt I had to rename the last chapter "Prologue" because it was way too short to be a chapter. Anyway I hope you enjoy the latest update!
DISCLAIMER: Sadly I don't own the boys, the one and only Hinako Takanaga does.
The Little Things That Have Changed
Many things had changed and occurred since that unusual Sunday morning event. Souichi gradually became more and more terrified of his once ecstatic kouhai, who in turn became more shy and unwilling to properly socialise with almost anyone let alone the tyrannical but still emotional man he lived with. However Tetsuhiro somehow still stayed true to his nature and continued to use his remaining drops of happiness to cease his senpai's worry. Well, one couldn't blame him for trying.
The brunet, alarmingly, still had his tendency of spacing out in the middle of sentences - whether he was the one speaking or not - and this raised questions from his friends, including Hiroto, about if he had some sort of disorder or even the horrible 'Ijōna disease' infecting many innocent people. Souichi couldn't help but ask questions to himself about Tetsuhiro's condition and why these incidents happened.
He used his most powerful weapon (besides his fists that were used to packing force thanks to a certain someone): intelligence.
He would use what he knew about the younger man to sum up the problem and the simplest way to solve it. Usually this would take time and during that time he would have forced the kouhai to confess anyway, but other times Souichi really did have to think about the entire issue as he was mostly the only person who could fix it. And he sure did need to hurry, because with attacks in the area and across the country rising and what seemed like a savage hurricane in Tetsuhiro brewing, what time was there to waste?
After an unnaturally hard day of thought and struggle at the lab, the tyrant strolled down, at a somewhat quick pace, back to his safe home where he hoped someone was expecting his arrival. The man cautiously scoped the area; the inside was dimly lit with the moon forced to act as a replacement for the lack of light in the house. Although the distinct scent of Miso soup still roamed the air, eerie vibes and unfamiliarity stalked behind it. Thatwas what made Souichi feel extremely uncomfortable. "I-I'm home," he finally announced, praying for an answer from his sweet and puppy like roommate.
Silence boomed across every wall.
"I'm gonna go have a shower," he once again spoke, half to himself.
Silence again.
A just about scared Souichi cowered away and rushed to the bathroom as if some sort of man eating creature was chasing after his flesh. Maybe that will help me get over all this shit that's been on my mind, his fearful mind striked an idea. Once he stripped down all his clothes he stepped into a small waterfall of lukewarm droplets, instantly washing away any signs of anxiety to build room for pondering over the situation that hung over him all day. A sigh escaped his mouth before officially beginning his session of theory and under-
"Aaagh!"
-standing.
Abrupt, earsplitting and almost inhuman, the ferocious shriek - or a growl, or roar even - bounced across the silent house and pierced through Souichi's unexpecting eardrums. "Jesus fucking Christ, Morinaga!" he loudly retaliated to the booming noise and reluctantly made the decision to get out his towel and investigate what had happened. Making his way down the floorboards, step by cautious step, he warily followed quieter yet terrifying grunting noises to the obvious culprit, hiding in the darkness of his bedroom floor, lying down and somehow struggling. "Morinaga! What are you doin' in here, baka?" the furious tyrant Souichi scowled at the strange looking man below him, blowing a powerful kick to make sure the message got home. Damn, that was a tier too high, his regrets showed up in his head almost immediately after the impact.
He soon learned that he was correct - his aggressive use of words and brutal actions signalled Tetsuhiro to react strongly. Mossy green fire in his eyes, the sweet and innocent kouhai rose up from his weak position and onto all fours, his glare uncomfortably fixed on an anxious target only a foot away from his reach. His nails were sharper than usual, similar to a cat's claws - claws that were unsheathed and begging for attack. Back hunched over as if ready for pouncing and large teeth dripping wet with saliva like a hungry dog, it was like Tetsuhiro was an animal aching for a fight.
An animal.
"Calm down, M-Mori, stop!" Souichi's cries for mercy passed over the animal's head like wind over a grassy field. He backed away, slowly, looking submissive and half scared to death. The animal stalked closer, provoked, uncontrollable brutishness flushed across his face.
Souichi, if there is any time to run for your life, it is now.
