EDIT: I Just realized that chapter four was, well, the WRONG chapter. So I fixed it and put back what it was supposed to be. Sorry again for anyone who was confused!

Hey guys! Ugh. Finals, AP exams, and general end-of-the-year overload has been killing me! Here is a little smutty filler for yas. Almost completely irrelevant to the plot, and took me a while to write as I don't have...lots of experience with this. Hahah. Enjoy until the next week or so when I'll have the next chap up!

Disclaimer: I do not own DRR!

Tsugaru lay awake in his bed, gazing out of the window at the moon, which was currently just a sliver in the sky. He had been rather stressed out lately, what with getting Tsuki started up in his second year of college as well as just a general feeling of unease.

Perhaps he was...lonely? Well heaven knows he always had people trying to fix him up with someone or another, it seemed. He rarely, if ever, went out on any sort of date, though. It seemed like the world was too full of terrible people for Tsugaru to test the waters—here in Ikebukuro, at least.

He had a pretty good life: a spacious, traditionally-styled apartment, family, friends, and a steady job as a sushi chef and entertainer down at a local restaurant. However, it was nights like these that made Tsugaru feel as if he was missing something, bringing him full circle...was he, in fact, lonely?

He sighed and closed his eyes. Perhaps next time one of his female friends or coworkers tried to hook him up with someone, he would accept. After all, it couldn't hurt to date around, right? But the idea of doing so left him feeling almost nauseated. What was wrong with him? Why could he not envision himself with anyone anymore? When he was younger, he had dated a few girls only to realize he never loved them more than platonically, and after that he had never seemed to find the right man to be with. What was the issue?

Tsugaru turned to lay on his side, the rustling of sheets the only sound in the dark room. He closed his eyes again, not having realized he'd opened them, and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself enough to sleep. He abruptly opened his eyes again. It seemed that everyone he closed them all he could think of was pink. A pair of mischievous pink eyes that seemed to glitter on their own, that were indeterminable as male or female. He could only imagine the smile that would accompany such eyes—naughty, with curving pink lips...whoa. Hold on. Since when did Tsugaru have thoughts like these about anyone at all, let alone someone he didn't know?

A blush crept onto his face as he felt the growing hardness in his sweatpants. For the love of—what was going on?

Nonetheless, he reached down the front of his sweatpants and gripped himself, continuing to blush even as he started to move his hand up and down, groaning with the feeling.
Shit, but it felt good. Tsugaru swiped his thumb over the head, slicking himself down as he moved his hand up and down, continuing to stroke himself.

In his mind he could only visualize pink eyes framed by dark lashes, and a pink tongue swiping out on flushed lips. He could think of a much better job for those lips—

He sucked in a breath as his free hand moved towards his mouth. He quickly ran his tongue along his fingers before moving his hand down towards his own entrance, tracing a finger around the taut ring of muscle before easing it in. At this he gasped, and had to bite his lip to keep from crying out—his family was home, and he was no Delic. That is to say, he certainly wasn't down for broadcasting any of his sexual endeavors to his housemates.

He slipped in another finger and swore he saw stars, all the while unable to get the color pink out of his mind. What did it mean? He didn't have time to ponder as he tensed up and came harder than he ever had in his life.

He lied there, panting and quite unable to get to the bathroom and clean up, as he once again closed his eyes and then drifted off to sleep thinking of nothing, but pink, pink, pink.

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