It is winter again. It is almost New Year's.
Ikki believes in the gods, after all, who else would have given him the eyes? He is not religious, though, and certainly not a Christian. So, he usually drifted around this time of year. The cold helped persuade him into dating, it is a romantic time, with all the lights and the advertising blasting it everywhere they look, but he was usually less enthused than usual and merely twirled his thumbs waiting for January 2nd to come and his date to break up with him to join that weird fan club of Rika's.
This winter has been more melancholic than usual. Perhaps he was much too unused to the sting of rejection, but he does find it unfair that the girl that interests him the most seem wholly unaffected to his little magic held in the blue of his eyes. She was meant to fall in his trap of charm and tenderness, but instead he fell into hers.
Maybe it was a self-fulfilling prophecy, and if his current girlfriend gave any indication that she was at all unaffected by his powers, he would be in love with her, but Ikki did not like to think it was so simple. MC is so lovely that he could not help but admire her. She took up his every waking thought, plaguing him with the ghost of her sweet laugh in his ears, her piercing eyes boring into his, and the soft slope of her inviting neck. She is so kind, always ready to help and lend an open ear. She felt safe, steady, permanent, a feeling he is not used to. He loved being around her, savouring the comfort and empathy that radiated off of her.
Alas, when he received his eyes, he has lost more than just his peace of mind. He thinks that, once someone reaches the spark of the divine like he did with his ill-advised wish, it chips away some of their humanity, it disfigures them. He does not understand his place in life, anymore, he does not understand love and care like a regular person, he does not understand the meaning of no anymore, and he dislikes the experience to learn how it is again.
Sometimes, he yearned to taste the flavour of her fear and despair. To see the light in her eyes dim, or better yet, completely darken in hopelessness. How much prettier would MC be then? He is not so far gone that he would actually put into practice all his darkest thoughts, as much as he indulges on them in the dark loneliness of his bedroom, but he wondered what it would be like to be hers. How it feels to have her under his clutches.
In fear or fully willing? He has not quite made up his mind.
It is winter again. He feels lonely, lost, reaching out for something else, someone else. He came to Meido no Hitsuji to warm up from the cutting, icy wind outside. He could have gone to any of the other restaurants and cafes between there and the station, but he wanted to go there specifically. His girlfriend was out, buying presents for family members he knows he is never going to meet.
Ikki sat in front of MC, fists closed tightly around the porcelain mug, burning from the heat of the scorching liquid, but it did not compare to the fire coursing through his body, boiling the blood that rushed high on his cheeks and down to his growing cock. As he stared into her eyes, as she stared into his and felt absolutely, frustratingly nothing, his thoughts wander away, he falls into the dark recesses of his mind.
He blinks and, suddenly, there are stars shooting throughout green irises as she spoke about how she and her friends thought about holding a special mathematics class for young adults. He certainly could contribute with something, but his tongue is too tied to offer his assistance in finding a teacher. As the bright comets fall from the verdant night sky of her eyes, they morph into painful diamonds prickling the corners of them, scratching the supple flesh of her cheeks as they fell.
The young man could picture the smile playing on her lips turning into a pout as whimpers forced their way out as he forced himself into her in sync. He could almost feel the way she clenched around him, thighs quivering in pain as she tried to adjust to his size, the abrupt intrusion being too much for her. She would sound so sweet as she begged to be released, trying to pry his hands off her but he would be too far gone to acknowledge the protests, instead focusing on the way his name bounced off the windows of his tiny bedroom. Her chest would heave in exhaustion and terror as the noises coming from him turned animalistic and the pace and force which he used to rut into her somehow turned more torturous.
He could almost taste the salty tears, sweat and the exquisite flavour of her fear on his tongue and slipping down his throat as he forced himself to take a sip of his sweltering coffee. His fingers itched, a familiar thump in his chest as he watched her, wondering how easy it would be to lure she back to his home.
Shin glowers nastily from the kitchen. It is a maid café, the waitresses are supposed to entertain the guests, but his wallet grows thinner and Waka will soon have MC attend to the tables that were filling up as the afternoon passes them through and it grows ever colder outside on the streets. A green-haired man with a photo camera motions for her attention. His girlfriend shoots him a text, saying she was done and he should come pick her up at the department store.
It is winter. Ikki feels cold and lonely. He yearns for August again.