C15 Sinking, sinking and more sinking
Maybe he liked the screaming and non-sensical blubbering, because the lady's soppy submission was just not doing it for him. Irritation followed swiftly and Kyo was of mind to turn and set off.
Yet he was compelled to touch a hand over the mess of blonde hair. And even more baffling was that he did.
Warmth seeped through the pressure on Yuya's head.
Safe.
Solid.
Familiar.
…O-niisan?
Wishful thinking. Two red orbs glowed through a blurry vision: a stark reminder of the man who had yet to decide her fate, one she no longer found the strength to fight against.
