"I really hope," Kirishima said quietly, "he is truly smitten with you."
I let my lips quirk up to one side, "more than smitten—" here I pause for a moment to let out a chuckle— "he adores me." And that is that. My voice so quiet but my declamation so loud with finality ringing. Akihito with his words so cruel but a mouth so tender, with a heart so so fragile but can endure words hammered by sharp tongues— Akihito, who can be read so bare and yet whose actions are quite confusing.
Standing up, I fixed my cuffs with Kirishima fussing over my suit. Walking out, I turned just in time to see said boy and like a sunflower chasing after the sun, I approached him and held his waist with a firm grip.
"Enjoying your evening?" I asked as I pierced through his eyes with my very own but his are more fierce wherein I let myself be tender. Pick your battles, is what slithered in my mind with a voice so old and so wise yet so cold. His words are what I need to use today however.
My other hand crept to my pocket to caress a box. A box I know that contains a chain to my boy but his key to freedom all the same from my oppressing desire to possess him fully. After all, here I think, with a ring, more will he be stolen but less will he be taken.
Staring at his eyes, here I know I'm smitten. I'm enamored. Charmed. Whipped.
And as he caresses my face, as he leans in to trace my jaw with his lips barely touching my skin, here I know he's utterly fooled. Fooled to think he's smitten.
As he kisses me so tenderly, though what happens after this is unsure, I just know that at this moment and where I am today, he adores me.