Requested by le car- thank you
Kensei x Mashiro
Sour
It left a sour taste in his mouth every time.
It didn't matter how the secrecy of her stares made him burn; how beautiful the line of her body was in the half-light shining in from the corridor. It made no difference the way her sleep-drawn eyes looked at him in the morning, full of lust and affection, the way she would lazily wrap her legs around his waist and let him pull her up. He could ignore the warmth of her skin against his, the way that, when he sat naked on the edge of bed, she would creep up behind him, throw her hands around his shoulders and kiss the smooth circle of his top vertebrae.
Fuck all that.
Her constant annoying laugh, her childish pranks, the way she pulled faces at him behind his back.
Every time she spiked his nerve, he felt bile rising in his throat at the knowledge that, as soon as the night would come and the darkness would creep into his bones, he would find himself stalking down the corridor between their quarters, and pushing open her door.
Unlocked, ready for him.
She would be on her bed, already undressed, smiling in that way that made him want to choke her and take her all in one movement.
He hated it.
He hated more, the fact that he didn't.