Lust
Deep in the pit of her stomach was a tug Hikari could not explain.
Seated on the floor of Daisuke's room Ichijouji smiled brightly. Her insides turned around on themselves, burning with some invisible flame; it was a singular feeling, at once confusing and exhilarating. When they spoke; when he fought; his carefully concealed passion and their shared experience of darkness; his smile; each moment set her heart racing and wanting nothing more than to grasp his hand tightly in hers and not let go.
Takeru was family, Dasiuke and Iori but dear friends. Ichijouji though, he was something else.
