Shinji's room. Sunday night.
The air in the room was so hot and stuffy, especially after spending so many days in tightly conditioned hospital air. And dark. Shinji's room, formerly a storage room before Asuka moved in and forced Shinji to move here didn't even have a window, and now that he turned off the lamp the only source of light was the pale moonlight from the hallway that seeped through the space between the floor and the door. It was so dark he barely made out his own hand in front of him, but he still could see the dim outline of the farthest wall from his bed where he was lying now. Anyone with even mild claustrophobia would not survive in this room, he thought. That thought also made him wonder if this room was any better than the hospital room he spent the last few days in terms of quality of life. Some of its aspects were definitely worse. However, the deafening silence soon reminded him of the one clear advantage this place had over the hospital room.
Privacy. The first time he enjoyed it after a few days of complete absence of it. He almost forgot the taste of such a thing.
Well, he didn't really forget about it, though. He was actually waiting for this very moment, he soon realized. Five days in the hospital. That alone was already long enough, and except for the first day and Friday, Asuka did her best to...
Shinji sat up and looked at the door. The whole apartment was silent like the grave. Ms. Misato and Asuka must have fallen asleep. His eyes went to the tissue box on his desk, and then to the palm of his right hand. He turned it to look at the back of it, dim under the dark, then turned it again to see the palm side again. Then he clenched it into a fist, opened it, and repeated the process a few times.
He did have some doubt if the thing he was about to do was indeed a wise idea. It was too dark to see now, but earlier today he put a doctor's medical certificate on the desk that states he couldn't participate in PE class, to bring it to school tomorrow. Of course, it won't be such an intense exercise that would actually put a burden on his body, or so he thought, but he didn't think his schoolwork tomorrow would be totally unaffected by it.
But still...
Next moment Shinji found himself lying on his back, pants down, and a single piece of tissue in his hand. He didn't need anything else. Ever since he moved into this house, especially after Asuka moved into this house, he never needed a magazine or a picture or a video or anything for that matter. It was such a shameless thing but it was something he just couldn't help. His mind's eyes already conjured up Asuka, naked, and on top of him. It had to be that way. It was almost impossible for him to imagine her in other positions. And that part at least, imagining her body, was not a hard thing. It didn't require much imagination from his side. Part of it was due to the problematic design of their plugsuits, and some part of it was something that was unavoidable, something people who share the same house couldn't help but notice. But some other part of it was also Asuka's own doing, the result of intentionally flaunting herself to Shinji(and he was quite certain it was that way, that she was doing it intentionally). As a result, Shinji had fewer places in Asuka's body that he could not vividly imagine than he could.
What really required a great amount of imagination were other things. Like, Asuka's hungry expression on her face as she moved. Wanting him. Or her sweet words that she leaned over and whispered in his ears. That she always wanted him, that she wanted him to come over to her room that night, that she didn't really mind his attempted kiss. That she was grateful for that volcano, that she wanted to repay him in her own way, if only he didn't mind. Ridiculous fantasies. Too wish-fulfillment and masturbatory to even Shinji himself. He wanted to laugh at his pathetic self, but his hand didn't slow down as if it had its own mind, and what escaped from his lips was not laughter, but something else.
"Asuka, Asuka..."
It was a dangerous thing he did. Paper doors of this apartment had such a pathetic soundproof capacity, sometimes you could hear someone tossing and turning in the futon from the opposite room. Shinji himself occasionally heard such a sound coming from the room across. But he couldn't stop himself now. Because Asuka in his mind was looking down with a wistful smile on her blushing face now, whispering "Yes, you too liked me all along," Shinji gasped. Soon the climax came.
And you never liked me, Shinji thought, while cleaning himself up. He wondered how Asuka would react if she knew that he used her this way. The mere thought of it mortified him. After fear followed anger, a strange one, something he could not understand why he was this angry. What the hell does she expect anyway. Putting her body so close to him every time, teasing him with something that she would never in a million years give to him, tantalizing him.
After anger followed self-hatred. He was disgusted by himself who was angry at Asuka. That was probably the source of all woe in the first place, him being pathetic like that. Shinji buried his head in the pillow and sighed. Fatigue engulfed him. It was not as satisfying a night as he hoped. Would it have been better to put it off for a day or two? But, to do so meant...
Shinji lifted his right hand, staring at it. He had to do it today. Because he feared he might forget the touch and the warmth he tasted yesterday and today.
"How long are you supposed to eat that?"
It was Asuka's first question after barging into his hospital room. More precisely, it was her first question that was remotely related to Shinji's well-being. Shinji was used to her chattering that went nowhere for about more than half an hour at that point, so he just respectfully nodded, without answering her question. Only after he took a spoonful of congee into his mouth from the tray that the nurse brought in some minutes ago he recognized her question. He put down his spoon and turned his head to Asuka's window-side chair, where she was staring at her cell phone while nibbling at the bread she bought from the cafeteria earlier.
"A week from now. At least that's what the doctor said."
"Hmmm," said she. "Then you can't cook for Misato and me, can you?"
He had to suppress a bitter smile. Of course that's your primary concern. "You don't have to worry about that, Asuka. Congee is so easy to make, all I have to do is just keep an extra pot boiling. And I'll probably need to cook just a single large batch every day, nothing else."
Asuka's eyes darted up and went back to the phone again. "What about lunch? Are you going to keep making bento for me?"
"Yes, yes, of course I will."
He was smiling as he put another spoonful of congee in his mouth. Then he felt a strange air coming from Asuka, so he turned his eyes to her. His smile washed away immediately. Asuka was glaring at him, cell phone put down on her knees. "What's that tone?"
Shinji's heart raced. The fact that he felt lonely and bored yesterday without her felt ridiculous. Was it really good for his mental and physical health to be constantly worried about every single little thing regarding his actions and her reactions? More than half of the time it felt completely random, too.
"Oh, nothing. I mean, literally. I'll do it."
He hurriedly averted his eyes back to the plate in front. Asuka kept her glare for a while, then she too returned to her cell phone and the bread.
"If you're that tired, just say so. Not like I can't deal with my own lunch."
The words made Shinji's heart strangely heavy. Engulfed by feelings he couldn't explain, he put down the spoon and turned to Asuka again. She shrugged at him, nonchalantly. "Who said you're supposed to feed me? Or I'm supposed to be fed by you? You don't need to act like there's an obligation or something."
Shinji kept his mouth shut, unsure of what to make of the strange feelings he felt now. Asuka took another bite of her bread, expression unchanged, checked her phone while chewing, then raised her eyebrows as if surprised by Shinji's gaze.
"Why? Is there some reason you have to do that I don't know? Or do you want to cook for me that bad?"
Shinji swallowed. He couldn't say that he liked the sight of her clean bento box, bereft of even a single grain of rice whenever he opened it for dishwashing. That it was one of the only skills that he possessed and was proud of and it felt so good to be recognized for it.
Maybe that recognition part was just his delusion. Shinji shook his head bitterly. "Not really, but... I'll have to make mine anyway, it's probably more efficient to do it all at once. And there's no reason to stop something that I've been doing all the time."
After about a several breath's delay, Asuka nodded. "Whatever. Such a boring reason."
A long silence ensued after that. After Shinji finished eating and tried to stand up to return the tray to the designated panel in the corridor outside, Asuka snatched it away from him, so he muttered thanks in a crawling voice, but she ignored him. The uncomfortable silence was broken only after he finished brushing his teeth and returned to the room. Asuka was already back in her chair by then, her gaze fixed on the phone.
"You're sick, aren't you? Misato said so."
Of course I'm sick, that's why I'm stuck here, Shinji thought for a moment, then realized she was speaking of something else. Maybe I really am an idiot like she says, he thought.
"Oh, yeah, sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I'm back in the volcano. Can't breathe well, and the pressure, the heat..." He trailed off as Asuka nodded indifferently, her eyes still on the phone. He didn't want another silent moment, so he opened his mouth again. "How about you, Asuka? Was it weird for you too? After the volcano, I mean."
Asuka still didn't raise her head from the cell phone. "Of course not. That's such an entry-level problem. Your head is still not accustomed to synchronizing with Eva, it still can't tell what's real or not. It's not your first time either, right?"
He nodded, staring down at his own hand. He still remembered the day after his first sortie like it was yesterday. How he woke up in this very same hospital. "Yeah, but it's never been this bad. Just some throbbing feelings in the wrist, or tingling in the chest, and all of them lasting just a single day or so. It's the first time I actually feel everything again, and many times a day too, even after a few days have passed."
Asuka snorted. And what is she so uncomfortable with again, he thought, turning his head at her, but she wasn't even looking at him and her face was blank. He was wondering what she was doing with her phone when she opened her mouth.
"The higher your synchro rate goes, the greater and the more real the pain. There's nothing you could do about it. Just get used to it."
"How am I supposed to get used to this?" Shinji shut his mouth as Asuka glared at him. Those blue eyes were full of contempt, and he knew what she would say even before she spoke.
"You're a boy. Man up. Stop whining like a child."
Shinji expected every single word of it, down to verbatim, but it still stung. He felt fire roaring from his stomach. You're an elite pilot, trained since childhood. I didn't even know what Eva is until recently, until my father literally threw me to the task. You'll never have been better than me if you were in my position. He wanted to say all those things, but he swallowed them all. He had a hunch that even a single one of those things would end their uneasy relationship. Whatever that relationship was. "I'm sorry..."
Asuka's face hardened and she even put her phone down, as if she still had things to say. No, as if his last response produced more things to say. Shinji was overwhelmed and annoyed at the same time by the sight. I apologized, so why aren't you letting me get away with that? Everyone does. Everyone lets me off hook after receiving an apology. That's what polite people do. Why do you hound me like a dog on a blood trail, as if you have to make a killing blow?
Fortunately for him, Asuka changed the subject this time. "Do you feel anything before it happens? Like a sign, preceding the bigger one? Like, how people who often get sleep paralysis could actually predict it?"
Shinji nodded enthusiastically, thinking she indeed was a professional of sorts about these matters.
"I think I understand what you mean. There really is something."
"What kind of things? Specifically."
"It usually starts from ears," Shinji frowned. "It gets muffled, like I'm in a long tunnel, or on a bullet train. And I hear things, noises in the background, you know, things you hear when you're under the water. After that, I start to feel pressure all over my body."
Then he felt his breath straining. The edge of his vision suddenly brightened, then blurred, while his ears started ringing. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he was sitting on the entry plug while sitting on his hospital room bed at the same time. Whenever he drew a heavy breath he felt the rough texture of his patient's gown but at the same time he also felt the rubbery pressure of the plugsuit. The air around him was cold and sterile but at the same time unbreathably hot, boiling. And he was tightly holding the hand that wasn't Asuka's with the hand that wasn't his, while at the same time clutching the papery sheet of hospital blanket.
And there, on his hand, he felt an alien warmth. Hesitating for a moment on the back of his hand, then penetrates his clenched fist, loosening it forcefully, and interlocking his fingers. Shinji clung to that warmth like a drowning man. After a while, the ringing in his ears stopped, and the stabbing pain around his eyes was washed away too. He blinked a few times. Asuka was leaning toward him, right in front of his face. Her face was about a hand's span away from his, its expression well guarded.
"I told you to explain it, not recreate it. Are you an idiot?"
"I'm sorry."
Shinji sighed, lowering his head. What he saw made him freeze. He was holding Asuka's hand, fingers interlocked tightly. He looked up, red-faced. Asuka was still expressionless. "If you have a problem with your senses, try covering them up with a similar kind of sensation. That tends to help. Sometimes not, but still. In this case, I tried to replicate what your Unit did to Unit-02 at that time."
"O, Okay."
"It's me who has to take the brunt if you keep being this pathetic and can't do your part. Get a hold of yourself. This is the last time ever I bother myself to babysit your ass."
Disappointment and frustration close to anger, unsure of their target, suddenly caught Shinji. He nodded with a drying throat.
"Let me go now."
He realized he was squeezing her hand all the time. When he relaxed it, Asuka's fingers started to slip out with a soft sensation.
It could've been simple inertia. The inertia to keep a hold on to something that he was holding as his life depended on it until a moment ago. Or perhaps he just liked the warmth of it. Whatever the reason was, his hand shot out impulsively, unconsciously, and grabbed Asuka's receding hand. He felt his heart sink the moment he realized what he had done. He cursed his hand for moving without asking his brain first. Asuka seemed equally shocked and forgot even to get angry, just staring at Shinji with a slightly opened mouth. His eyes were drawn to little wrinkles on her pink lips, and only then he realized the distance between the two was uncomfortably close.
They were frozen like that for a while. A strange air, icy but at the same time tickling, flowed between the two. Shaking eyes exchanged something that could equally be a conversation or a vain illusion, under the silence that seemed to extend forever. Until the door of the room opened with a gushing sound.
Two heads turned to the door at the same time at a neck-breaking speed. Ms. Misato, in her usual red jacket, took a step inside with a bright smile, a smile that would freeze at the sight of the room. Asuka pulled out her hand quickly and straightened up, but it was too late. Ms. Misato, with a warm smile, opened her mouth to say...
"Hey, Shin-man! Wake up! Recess! Lunchtime!"
"Ah..." Shinji opened his eyes. The smell of the classroom rushed through his nostril. His hands rose reflexively and rubbed sticky saliva around his mouth away. Toji was standing in front of his desk, the classroom bustling in the background. Some passing boys gave him indifferent eyes while moving to their respective lunch spots. Toji folded his arms.
"You really are sick, huh? Sleeping through morning classes, all four of them, heh?"
Shinji nodded without a word. He couldn't reveal the details of the operation too much(Ms. Misato warned him yesterday), so he just told them he was sick when he reached his desk in the morning. And that was his last memory. Everything after that was dark. He might as well have time traveled from morning to noon. He groaned and stretched, looking around. Ayanami was staring at him from her window seat. Did he say hello to her today? It was the first time he saw her after Asuka kicked her out of his room last week. He nodded to her. Ayanami stared at him for about five seconds past the normal etiquette before turning her head again, Shinji's greeting unanswered. It was strangely funny, so Shinji chuckled a bit while turning his gaze away. He instantly found Asuka's eyes, looking sideways from her current position in Class Rep's seat that was in front of the classroom. Unlike Ayanami, Asuka immediately turned her eyes casually and resumed her chat with the Class Rep.
She had been grumpy again since last night. He had no clue why. And he had no time to think about it too, because Toji tapped him on the shoulder. "You looking for Kensuke? He ran soon as the bell rang, a business trip to Class D or something. Oh, yeah, how about this? I need to buy shits anyway, so you go and get him while I go down to the snack bar. The seat left side of the playground, as always. Cool?"
Eh, no, I'd rather stay indoors for lunch today, and how am I supposed to know where Kensuke is, am I supposed to drag this body around, Shinji had tons of things to say, but Toji jogged away without giving him a chance. Shinji sighed and stood up. Right next to his path leading to the front door was the seat of Horaki where Asuka was eating with her. She was turning her back to him and didn't give him a glance, while Horaki smiled and nodded slightly to him. He glanced at the lunch box on the desk and found Asuka's karaage pieces already eaten more than half. He moved his feet with a swell of heart.
He passed the blackboard on his way out, the last session still unerased; kanjis. The sight reminded him the yesterday's business, his mind returning to it while his feet carried him in the direction of class D.
Shinji almost lost sleep on Saturday night, thinking Asuka would never see him again after that. Her angry and almost violent departure that evening made him so worried. Turns out he worried for nothing, because the next morning she barged into his room when he barely finished Sunday breakfast and pushed a textbook to his face saying she needed help for that pesky kanjis. That's how they spent the last day of his hospital stay. Strangely enough, Ms. Misato only came to pick Shinji up in the evening, never even peeking in once throughout the day. He asked Asuka where she was, if something happened at home, and Asuka become instantly grumpy, just saying she was busy. That shut down all the other questions from him after that.
Of course, they didn't spend the whole day from morning until his discharge in the evening just studying. They spent time chatting about this and that, getting silent for some reason(probably Shinji's mistake), then talking again, or Asuka stealing his food saying she was curious how they tasted. And throughout all that, Shinji behaved perfectly with a steel-like will. Because the moment Asuka came to him again he vowed he would not make the same mistake again. He kept his eyes in respectful places, never allowing himself a mistake, even when Asuka in her teasing mood leaned into his shoulder, pretending to read something from the book in front of them. Or when he saw a glimpse of her pale flesh under her loose clothes again. When he had his phantom pain episode, Asuka held his hand again, and that was probably the hardest moment, his fantasies and arousal running wild, but he managed to control himself. He even pulled his hand out first, politely, with a calm 'thank you.'
And it wasn't as impossibly difficult as he initially thought. Now that he thought about it, he already made a decision about what he would do that night before sleep by the time Asuka showed up. That he would have a chance to deal with all the side effects of Asuka's harmless pranks and, half by her nature and half by her cultural upbringing, a weird sense of personal space. And that was the only right way, fantasies should stay in a closed room, dealt with alone.
With such a relaxed approach, he was sure that he avoided any critical mistakes. He probably slipped small things constantly, some things he wasn't even aware of, because Asuka's mood went progressively worse as time went by, culminating in her not even looking at him while receiving bento from him this morning. But he still did his best and was proud of it. Anything else was just...
Shinji, deep in his reverie, didn't realize someone was coming up from the other side while turning around the corner, bumping right into the said person. Yelp, both Shinji's and the other boy's, floundering limbs, something metallic falling and clanking on the floor, followed by the sound of some papery things pouring made a confusing mix. Shinji, who fell on his hips, groaned and rubbed his bottom. In front of him was Kensuke Aida who looked exactly like Shinji, rubbing his bottom.
"Oh, hello, Kensuke."
Kensuke stiffened and an absolute terror flashed through his eyes. While Shinji, bewildered by the reaction, blinked, Kensuke relaxed his shoulders and sighed. "Oh, it's you, Shinji. You scared me. Can you help me with this? Please?"
Shinji looked around the floor. In front of Kensuke, there was a small silvery metal case (probably something military used, or at least marketed as such, he figured), fell with its lid opened, and some twenty or thirty small photographs were scattered everywhere around both boys. Kensuke already knelt on the floor and began to pick them up busily. Soon Shinji joined, squatting awkwardly. It was pictures of women sunbathing in swimsuits, on some white sandy beach he never saw. Something you could easily find in any boring magazine.
...Was it? Shinji felt something was off by the sixth piece, so he took a closer look at the one he picked up. They didn't look like a swimsuit model or a porn star. And the quality of the image and angle were too 'ordinary' to be such professional works. And more than anything...
"Kensuke... These are kids," Shinji swallowed and lifted another photo from the floor. A girl, in a standard sukumizu, napping under a parasol. The focus was between her legs, so he couldn't make out the face well, but he was sure this was the girl from his class. What was her name, Yuko? "These are kids from our school."
"Of course they're from our school." Kensuke murmured as if it was nothing, picking up the ones in Shinji's hand. He gathered them neatly in one hand and picked the ones on the floor with another. Shinji reached out and picked up another photo. His face flushed instantly, his mouth wide open. This one was much worse.
"Is this shower booth? How did you even take this?"
Kensuke pushed up his glasses with his thumb, the noon sun flashing them. His grinning teeth below were no less flashy. "Trade secret. Those are part of the separate set for VIP customers only. It's expensive to be a military otaku, you know. Have to make money from somewhere."
Shinji, reflectively handing over the picture to Kensuke's extended hand, hesitated in the middle. Isn't this wrong? No, he was sure this was wrong. But...
With a small sigh, Shinji handed over the photo. He had to look away, for the eyes of an unnamed girl washing her naked body seemed to stare at him resentfully. Not like it was his business. He had no reason to step up, especially against one of his few friends. And that thought disgusted him. Shinji shook his head to shake off the rising guilt.
"Do they actually pay for this? Do you sell these a lot?"
Kensuke collected the last few pictures that were left on the floor, giggling. "Not as many as I'd like. Actually, this delivery was the fourth customer who bought this set. I think my potential buyers are all still satisfied with the last one, the real bestseller that was. Maybe I should be strategic next time, making some gap between new products."
Shinji shook his head and tried to get up, but Kensuke snatched his wrist and sat him down. Everything went black for a moment, and Shinji had to put both hands on the floor, too dizzy to keep himself up.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Really sorry. You're still sick, right? Father said something went wrong with the last operation. I should've remembered." Kensuke leaned in and whispered in Shinji's ear. "But we're short of time, so let me get straight to the point. Will you become my business partner?"
Shinji had no idea what this meant, maybe because his brain wasn't functioning normally yet. "What business? This? Taking creepshots?"
Kensuke happily nodded. "Yeah, there's something only you can do for me."
Shinji sat on his hips. It was hard to keep squatting anymore.
"I'm not interested."
Kensuke followed him on his knees. "Oh, come on. I have a brilliant idea, an item that could both inherit and exceed the last bestseller, but your help is crucial for that."
Shinji tried to use his head. Kensuke's whole attitude was clearly leading him to one certain question and the boy was not in the mood to give up unless he accommodated him to some degree. So Shinji half in exasperation and half in annoyance asked.
"What's that last bestseller you keep talking about? Is it somehow related to me?"
The corner of Kensuke's mouth went up. It was the kind of face he made when Shinji or Toji gave up and finally asked him what the length of a certain weapons system meant in terms of its combat capacity. So Shinji, from his experience, prepared for the long-winded, endless explanation that branched out to eternity, but Kensuke shut his mouth and produced something out of his pocket.
It was a metal container that looked exactly the same as the one that was lying quietly, lid closed, on the floor. There was no mark or writing on it too, so Shinji wondered how Kensuke distinguished between the two. And he instantly forgot such banal question the moment Kensuke opened its lid.
"Behold, the Asuka Langley Soryu Collection. Browse it to your pleasure."
Shinji licked his quickly drying lips, turning over the pictures in the container. The ones on the top didn't seem particularly problematic. Like a profile shot of her walking on the school playground, or drinking water from a water fountain. Smiling, with her friends. It still felt strangely unpleasant, but the real dread he felt was the prospect of...
Shinji swallowed but nothing went down in his dry throat. His index finger slightly trembled as he passed the middle point of the photo stack. Asuka's tight bloomer, so zoomed in that it filled the whole frame. Girls, changing for PE class, and Asuka in the middle of them, in her panties and bra.
Kensuke shook the container slightly. "Everyone's darling, in a literal sense. I think at least 200 boys fapped to this set at this point."
"Two hundred...?"
Kensuke let out a theatrical sigh. "Of course I sold less than that. If I did I would've bought mil-spec four lenses nightvision already. They share, you know. Unauthorized reproduction and redistribution at its finest. Not respecting my copyrights, heh. But still, it doesn't even show boobs but was more than ten times more popular than my oh-so-ambitious new product, Okinawa Beach Shower Booth Special where I took literally everything. Power of the model, I guess. Remember that ice cream I bought you, the one you almost refused because it was too expensive? That real vanilla stuff, not the synthesized thing they make after Second Impact? I was generous that evening because it was my best-selling day ever. Bet at least a dozen kids cummed at her face that night. So, think about it. How much would those horny bastards pay for Asuka Langley Soryu Shower Supreme? Or Asuka Langley Soryu's Used Underwear Set? You told me you do all the laundry at home, right? Then you could, you know, miss one or two every month, so we won't have any problem on the supply side. Think of it as a payment you get for putting up with that dirty personality. You always complain, maybe this is the chance to,"
Objectively speaking, Kensuke wasn't that tactless. It was the opposite, at least usually. On that day he was acting on several wrong assumptions as the basis, assumptions that were wrong but not entirely his fault in being wrong. And he also thought Shinji's blank gaze that was directed at him while he was talking was a sign of Shinji's fatigue, not something else. So he didn't realize what was going on all the while Shinji lunged at him, flop him down, and mounted him. When Shinji's clenched fist contacted his cheekbone in a manner close to an ape's pounding than a human's punching everything was too late.
Shinji breathed heavily. It was like waking up from a nightmare. He remembered the moment everything went red, but after that, it was a blank. And he didn't remember what went on before that either. His heartbeat was thumping his own eardrum as if it wanted to tear them, and a girl's scream so shrill and loud that he could still hear over such heartbeat rang from behind. Shinji looked down, feeling something wriggle between his legs. It was Kensuke, his nose bent at a strange angle and blood bubbling from his mouth. Shinji was seized with terror, then realization and memory came, replacing the fear with anger. He brought up his fist again. A droplet of blood flew from his hand, drawing a crimson arc in the air. But soon the anger was replaced again, by doubt this time. It seems he briefly lost his mind in anger, hurting Kensuke like this. It was bad, but at least it wasn't his choice. But from now on everything would be his choice. A conscious choice he made. And didn't he do enough? With a rapidly chilling heart, Shinji examined Kensuke's face again. Kensuke was blabbering gibberish, his eyes unfocused and not seeing Shinji. From behind someone was shouting for a teacher. He tried to turn his head that way, but even that simple action gave him such a headache that felt like someone was splitting open his skull. His sight blacked out for a moment, to return seconds later, dimly. His ears were ringing, and he felt trouble breathing too. He looked down again at Kensuke, groaning. He probably did every single thing the doctor warned him not to do. He should stop, he thought, for his own sake if nothing else.
He aimed for the glasses that were miraculously not broken until now, and punched them with all his might, with a grin on his lips.
A/N: I'm not aiming for smut or pornography. Hope it doesn't feel that way.
