A/N: The original version of this chapter is definitely a little explicit, so in light of 's rule that doesn't allow actual smut on the site anymore, please visit my LiveJournal at nikolita dot livejournal dot com if you'd like to read the smutty version.
Why did I take it down? Well, I'm going to be continuing this story and I don't want any readers (whether new or not) to read that chapter and be inclined to report it because it doesn't follow the rules.
Thank you for your understanding! If there is future lemon content, it will either be toned down or I'll post it on my LJ and you can read it there.
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Seiran wrapped a towel around his shoulders as he exited his bathroom, wearing nothing except a pair of boxers. He used it to rub the water from his hair as he stood in his kitchen and contemplated whether or not he was hungry enough to eat something.
Hungry, yes, but not for food.
He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear his head of such inappropriate thoughts.
She's his girlfriend she's his girlfriend she's his girlfriend. Stop torturing yourself!
He tossed his towel onto his small kitchen table; he'd deal with it in the morning. Groaning softly at the stray thoughts of a certain indigo-haired woman flitting around the edges of his subconscious, he threw himself onto his couch and rolled over to one side. With one arm he tugged the throw blanket off the back of the couch and onto his backside. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.