i pull up with a lemon (wait, wait a minute)...NSFW, 18+

disclaimer: depicting illicit activities is not an endorsement of said actions.

I rejected Deku.
He was a lame geek without a Quirk. Simply put,
that golden heart, dazzling white
and green gazes of goodness,
kindness, bone-deep,
right from our nursery days
burned my blood down to my Quirk.

But I resented him
for a different reason—

For being my hero first.

I resented having to wait for the chance to repay his selflessness. I resented that he wasn't looking for me to return the favor. I resented that I desperately wanted to.

Isn't that a fucked up thing to be on standby for? Waiting for someone you love to be hurt? Waiting for him to be too vulnerable, hopeless, helpless to save himself.

Too…Deku.

I'm sorry; it's sick as hell,
I know. I am ashamed of myself.
ashamed of how long I waited
for my turn,
how long I waited
to be your hero, too.
I resent how I was nowhere
to be found.

I resent the night it finally happened,
When you needed me most.

I fled.

( ◣∀◢)ψ

"Hi, Kacchi... Did you miss me?" Bliss' fluid, bewitching voice echoes hauntingly clear against my eardrums. Their long, defined arms slither down my chest and torso before stopping at the waistline of my jeans. I'm already overheating; the overcrowded warehouse and resisting multiple temptations has my Quirk working overtime, but Bliss' too-intimate touch raises my blood pressure and ripples chills down my spine.

"No," I admit, sucking in the stale air. But I can hardly breathe. Bliss has a natural scent—cool water nostalgia, beach sand, and daylong sunshine—and that familiar fragrance immediately transports me back to when I used to wrap myself inside them whenever I needed a hole to hide my emptiness.

"You lie," Bliss hisses in my ear. The wicked smile on their lips while drawing the feather boa off my neck and tickling my nose with its tail feels like they've deemed me their prey.

I forgot I was wearing that dumb thing, but now that they took it off, I'm petty; I want it back. I reach to snatch it back, but Bliss leans in so close to my face it's pointless.

"Mmm, I've missed your dampened land-dwelling flesh, Kacchi." Their mouth blows on my clammy neck, and their nose trails down my neck; my hackles rise. That is never a good sign. Bliss twirls around me, rubbing ass to dick, wrapping the feathery pink snake around their neck and striking a pose. I'm too rigid to react, but they do look hot as fuck in it. Unsurprisingly.

But that means nothing, really. They look good in anything, everything, and nothing at all.

They glance down. A lascivious glint coats their eyes. "And how is my friend, Big Bak nowadays, darling? Does he still taste like gunpowder when you nut?" An old nickname that still renders me speechless.

"Bliss." My mind won't let me say anything else as it tries to ensure "Big Bakugo" remains calm. Their boldness was my favorite thing about them...once upon a time. Bliss pouts at my refusal to take the bait and seizes my shoulders with the boa. "Ah ah, don't be that way, Kacchi. It's as clear as water that we miss each other."

"No, we don't," I declare, clipped.

"Aw! You're still a horrible liar, I see," they giggle, shaking their head and slipping their hands down my front to grope me in the center of the room. No one's paying attention, or maybe all of Bliss' guppies and sycophants have chosen to ignore their beloved's indiscretion, but I push them away and step back.

It was not my intention to take in the blissful sight of them. I wanted to rage, but their toned physique in that fishnet catsuit leaves nothing to the imagination, and it makes me angry that I'm even entertaining yanking off the starfish pasties covering their crotch and nipples and savoring every last wet drop.

At their core, Bliss is an ocean pit of devastating beauty. Their African pride and patrician British charm are hard-baked into their posture and personality. Their deep red skin is silken, glowing against the rainbow-striped netting clinging to their chest, biceps, ass and thighs, holding them, binding their fullness together as if the webbing knows it's holding back a beast.

Or containing a god.

I peer into Bliss' deep blue eyes and see a hurricane approaching. Depending on the lighting, they change hues from deep purple as the bottom of the ocean to as cerulean blue as the tropical sea. If the light is dim enough, or their power arouses them beyond their control, a beastly blue that feels as heavy as drowning in the deep and as weightless as floating across the waters. That is what it feels like to be in Bliss's presence—like being swallowed up by the whole world—earth and sky—and being lost at sea.

"Where did you weasel in from?" I ask, my throat trying to repress my overwhelm. I look back. The green room's door is still closed; it never reopened after the prick of a bodyguard left us. The hairs on my neck prickle with sweat, and I know what that means when Bliss is involved.

"Am I not always where I want to be?" They often spoke in poetic riddles that sounded like religious bullcrap. But when Bliss said anything, my insides became molten.

"Here you go…" I roll my eyes. Bliss knocks their head back, laughing beautifully through full lungs. A salty song tickles my nose and ears, pulling me in like I'd been unanchored and adrift at sea until they noticed me.

It's a mocking laugh—at least to me.

The playfulness in the song is duplicitous, I know; nothing about Bliss is ever as straightforward as the way they fuck. But it's so captivating, so alluring, it stirs some other fantasies within me, anyway. I feel like a fish caught in Bliss's net. I don't know when we got close enough to feel each other's hearts beating, but their arms wrapped around me, drawing me into their full bosom, and they stroked my head with long nails that felt like hard seashells. I close my eyes, and a shudder escapes my mouth. I want to kiss them so badly that the desire sucks the air out of me.

"Thanks for the backstage passes, DJ Mx. Bliss!" Kiri slides between us. I am barely aware that he's been watching us like a hawk since Bliss appeared, and I am entirely grateful.

"Please, you're a great friend to Kacchi. Bliss is fine," Bliss said. They're flashing their pearly whites, But Bliss, who's at least five inches taller than Kirishima, is unabashedly sizing him up.

"You know that?" Kiri blushed, glancing at me.

"Oh, that reminds me," I said, snapping out of it. "What the hell's your crybaby security's deal?" Bliss innocently tips their head to the side. Their long fishtail braid has since been undone, and waves of lavender tresses flow down their left side.

"Who? Tanji?"

"Who the fuck else?"

"Hm. I don't know. What did he do?" Bliss inclined their head to me with an intrigued twinkle. They enjoyed hearing about people being naughty—especially when it pertained to them. Now, I'm no snitch, but—

"He sized me up just like you just did my boy and slammed the door in my face. Why? You two fucked or sumn?"

"Yes," Bliss said without a single, solitary fuck to give. I loved, and was irritated by, that about them. "But, he's just overprotective like that. That is his job, after all."

"I don't know, Bliss. It did seem personal," Kiri said, stepping out of the way to join the conversation. That gave them pause.

"So, how the fuck does he know to be overprotective about me?" My blood pressure was rising, and it pissed me off to consider why. Bliss studied my face before giggling.

"Oh, Kacchi," Bliss frowned. Their dark eyes pooled into a soft, cajoling blue. "You don't remember Tanjiro?"

I screw my face, annoyed that they would even think I do. "No…?"

"Does…" They look between Kiri and me before whispering in my ear. "...ring a bell?" My throat is in my ass the second my brain processes their words.

"Oh." Fuck.

I do remember Tanjiro.

I do not want to discuss how. Not now.

Kami rushes back to us with an already crystal bong shaped like an octopus, excited. "Bliss! Mx. Bliss! Can I hit this?"

Bliss looks over their shoulder, their arm finding its way to hook around mine. They throw their free arm into the air. "Huh? Of course, darling! Smoke 'em if ya got 'em! What's mine is Kacchi's and co."

"Oh! I love you!" He is so giddy about freeloading that it irritates me.

"Didn't your mom teach you any manners, Fry Brain?!"

My phone vibrates in my front pocket, and Bliss gropes me to retrieve it. I don't like them being that close to my lie detector.

"Speak of the devil!" Bliss turns my phone screen to me. I sent my mother to voicemail, and they scowled at me. "Now, why would you do that? Your mom's a lovely woman!"

"Whatever. She'll see me tomorrow." I reach for my phone, but they snatch it, flipping the screen over.

"Aht! Aht!" Bliss lowers their eyes, smiling gently, ruefully, to themself. "Damn, Kacchi, you still have this simp-ass photo as your wallpaper?" I dip my head to glare at them to shut the fuck up, but all I feel is shame. (No, I haven't changed my screensaver since I first showed it to Bliss, which I will regret later.) Bliss shakes their head as if reading my mind. "You still haven't told him, have you?" But before I can respond…lie…Bliss raises their hand to my lips, a thin smile slipping through. "I don't care, Katsuki."

I don't know if it's the sharp dismissal or their cool indifference, but I feel doubly rejected. I rip off the starfish pasty and cup their breast with displaced anger, pushing up as I grope their squishy flesh with my hand. I devour a firm brown nipple into my mouth. It's perky and makes me forget how small they make me feel. Because pleasuring Bliss, having them writhe in under my skin's control, feels like conquering a giant.

But I'm no fool; I know this power is false, and the giant has merely allowed themself to be felled by my sword.

"Ooh! Suddenly, the birthday boy is feisty as hell!" Bliss draws me in by the back of my head, and the cold tickle of their breath against my ear gives me goosebumps. I am powerless to them. Bliss is a force—even when they do the bending.

They take my face between their hands and devour my soul until a vision snatches hold of me.

I saw myself naked on laid on a bed of sea moss covering a wide mother-of-pearl shell; Bliss' arms and legs wrapped around me as they shuddered, trapped and helpless in the pleasures of the inside of my flesh. Mine.

But they have me imprisoned more than our positions imply. I see myself caressing their shimmering skin and endlessly rippling hair, and I look up to meet my reflection in their eyes. It's haunting to see the fear behind my ecstasy, but I cannot look away. Bliss smiles in smug, possessive satisfaction. They coil their scaled legs around me, gripping my sides from the inside out.

Bliss is in control.

"Listen, boys! The night is still far too young, and I am in too good of a mood to let it die down. Would you like to get lost in paradise?" The sleek grin spreading across Bliss's flawless face ends at the top of their strong cheekbones, smushing their eyes to slivers. My friends are giddier than they should be. I squint and see why: Bliss's Quirk has released a sea spray of hallucinogens. Kiri's and Kami's minds are gone elsewhere, likely to somewhere blissful.

Bliss takes my hand into theirs, our elbows still fish-hooked. "I've missed you, Katsuki. We must make up for lost time." I nod, dazed, but not from the sea spray, from lust and a pathetic substitute for love. "Good. A fun time in hell awaits," Bliss winked, rubbing my groin. They're still as powerful and enticing as ever. Maybe even more.

I want them.
My lips want them.
My dick wants them.

But maturing is learning that getting what we want is not always wise.

( ◣∀◢)ψ

Time moves differently around Bliss. Or, maybe the concept of time means nothing when I'm with them. It bends into a slow reverb of actions and sensations and speeds at a lightning rate when passions and aggressions are at play. Sometimes, it completely suspends in the air if Bliss does something that causes consternation to broil in my chest.

They are unpredictable like that.

Usually, time ceases to exist altogether when I'm intoxicated, or rather when I'm under their spell—same difference.

"Kacchi, baby, come here." Bliss beckons me to sit on their lap. I shake my head, swallowing down the eruption bubbling up my throat. Kirishima, Kaminari, and I were in a smoke rotation on a lounge chair opposite Bliss, avoiding them and other nameless extras, when I felt their craving reel me in.

"Be brave, bro," Kiri coughed. His eyes dragged Bliss' way. "They're too damn seductive."

"Yeah, that shit is sexy, not gonna lie," Kami drawled, his high catching in his throat. "But if you want to stay on the straight and narrow, don't do it, bro."

"No," I grind through my teeth. The giant fish bowl dressing room has turned into its own nightclub experience with other deejays, Bliss' tour crew, celebrities, roadies, and too many groupies to count. This used to be my scene, but with my birthday in under an hour, I want to enter this new year on a new leaf and keep my sobriety pact.

But Bliss is a power bottom, not one to be rejected or overpowered. They curled their lips like they heard our conversation and motioned their long arms toward me.

"That's more like it, Kacchi," Bliss grunts as they hoist me atop their lap. "This pleases me."

"Bliss, quick fucking around! I'm a grown man, goddammit! Don't treat me like one of your childish playthings!"

Bliss' eyes softened like a child. "But you are my Babygirl, Kacchi," they say, and I almost lose my shit…until I feel them under my ass.

I took the bait.

( ◣∀◢)ψ

I know I've called Deku my weakness before, but Bliss was my drug when we were together. Denying them was just as painful as withdrawals, even though indulging them was just as detrimental (probably because we did a lot of drugs together when we were seeing each other). But, as addicting as Bliss was—and I cannot stress this enough—Bliss was a fucking problem. A fun one. A reckless abandon, one full of poor choices and dire consequences, not to mention mind-blowing sex. But a dangerous one.

( ◣∀◢)ψ

It all happened so fast that I'm not sure the time in between was real.

Bliss pulls out two small plastic bags full of glistening green crystals and white powder—their posture, taut with ready energy. They glance up sidelong at me and shake the tiny bags.

"Like old times?"

"Nah, I'm clean."

"From only alcohol, though, right?" Bliss tilted their head, looking at the joint between my index and middle fingers.

I follow their eyeline and twirl the unlit rolled paper. "Alcohol…and other drugs…" I'm cautious about how I respond because sometimes Bliss interprets through loopholes. Warily, my sponsor's fugly disappointed face flashes across my mind.

Bliss nods and doesn't push the issue further but flips out a hotel room card and begins cutting lines. I stand up and walk away. Kirishima and Kaminari are sitting in the middle of a group of starving models doing what I just tried to avoid. I give Kiri a look.

"Nah, man. You know I don't get down like that," he says with the modeled conviction of Crimson Riot's integrity. Kiri, on the other hand… "Jiro's going to pop your eardrums for this."

"Heh," Kami laughs like the dolt he is. "Not if she never finds out." He winks at us, and I shake my head.

"Wipe your nose, you idiot. If you're gonna do narcotics, at least be subtle about it. You're supposed to be a fucking pro hero."

Kami fans his hand dismissively and bends his nose to the glass table. "Shhh! I'm off the clock, and these beauties are paying." He snorts up the long sparkling green line in front of his nose and knocks his head back. "Okay. That's the last one, I promise."

"THE LAST ONE?!" I yell. "Dawg, you were supposed to be my makeshift sponsor tonight! How the fuck are you frizzed right now–"

"Bakugo!" Kiri grabs my arm.

"What?!" I want to finish scolding that dumb bastard.

"Tanjiro keeps eyeing you, man. It's creeping me out. Should I say something to him?" I spin around, and sure enough, from across the fish bowl, hovering over Bliss like a hawk, Tanjiro's mugging me like I owe him shit.

I do.

"Fuck him. Let him stare."

"Okay…but why is he shooting you with daggers in his eyes?"

"It's nothing. He's just mad I'm still alive."

"That's nothing?"

"To me, it is." But it's not Nothing. Unnerving as hell is what it is. My gaze slides over to Bliss, entertaining the circle they're commanding. I don't know if it's because I want to piss off their bitch ass bodyguard or because Bliss does look even better relaxed in this ocean blue lighting, cracking jokes and shaking ass, than when they're in their element on stage, but— "Oi, keep an eye on this drugged-out dumbass. I like Ears and don't want to be deafened by their bullshit later."

All I remember is storming up to Bliss surrounded by extras.

"Aha! Kacchi, you came—" I grab their face and passionately kiss Bliss.

"Oh?" They incline their head to the side, a lazy smirk thinning their full lips.

"Shut up. We're leaving," I say under my breath, scooping them over my shoulders and grabbing the baggies, giving Tanjiro the meanest fuck-you face I own. I slap their bubble-wrapped ass.

Bliss salutes over my shoulder, giddy. "Aye, aye, captain!"

I lead us into the dressing room's private bathroom and lock the door. The bathroom is large enough for two people to do many things.

"Listen," I start. "You're going to do all the drugs here, and I'm going to wet my dick in your mouth, then in your ass, and you're going to make sure everyone out there..." I lean in to kiss them, but they tilt their head away. "Will know Dynamite is fucking you."

Bliss raises an eyebrow, impressed. "So, you think you can tell me what we shall do? You want me to moan and scream your name while you fuck me high and silly? Just because it's your birthday, babe?" They pressed me back and pinned me to the bathroom door, hovering their lips over mine.

I keep my voice level, but my heart is going berserk. "Yes."

"Then," they tease me with a flick of their tongue that barely grazes my snarled lips before slowly turning and bending around in front of my waist, never breaking eye contact. "As you wish, Great Explosion Murder God."

We stay that way as I tear apart the netting barely covering their ass, and we begin our separate assignments.

I slip my dick in, and the immediate rush of heat emanating from Bliss' insides and the first moan they let out sends currents through my core. "Fuck!" I pound against the door under the thumping bass in the background.

"Begin again," Bliss commands, flipping their fishtail braid to the side, unfazed by my premature eruption.

I can't remember anything past that first orgasm and fifth line of kelpamine and coke—erm, sand, respectively.

( ◣∀◢)ψ

We only leave the dressing room because I'm tweaking something serious after fucking up five years of sobriety in four minutes, and I need some air. I'm too high to give a fuck about ending my streak, but I can already feel the day-after shame stockpiling in my Quirk.

Fuck it; it's my birthday.

We're on the warehouse's garden rooftop, and the cool, gentle breeze is a welcome change from the rowdiness of the thumping building. The roof is more of a grove for cherry trees and blossoms that cloud the inky sky than the roof of an underground rave. Bliss leads me towards the bar, and the strength in their grip is exhilarating. I forgot how it felt to be in the presence of calm strength, like standing in the eye of a storm. I forgot what it felt like to be the fragile one.

Bliss claps and calls the entourage that's weaseled their way behind us—a school of fish tailing the giant shark—and passes around champagne flutes full to the brim. "Everyone! Gather 'round! I know you don't drink anymore," Bliss starts, facing me. My face is hot from the unwanted attention. "But I want to make a toast!" With their glass raised and their hand outstretched toward me, Bliss stares into my soul. "It's finally midnight! So, I want to wish the love of my life a very happy birthday!"

The crowd claps, and I am confused and deeply unsettled. "Kacchan, Kacchi, Katsuki, you're dynamite! So may this new year that brought you back to Tokyo and back to me bring you great sex, many checks, and a helluva explosive good time!"

One moment, I'm babysitting a bottle of water and a cross-faded Kaminari lying on the garden mall as Kirishima and Bliss compare power scales like old chums (a frivolous game to play with Red Riot; Bliss is the far more powerful one by a thousand leagues under the sea). The next hour, I'm sucking Bliss off in the shadows beneath an apple tree beside the greenhouse, an upgrade from the old times of sucking them off in dingy club bathrooms. Dim amber string lights sway overhead, casting shadows across our faces.

I tear off the nuisance netting that's been pissing me off all night, barring me from what I wanted the second our eyes met. The starfish clinging to Bliss' crotch leaps off for me.
"That's convenient," I growl, pleased. Bliss has allowed me to see them in their full glory times without number—a shape-shifting mutant for the fulfillment of every desire, even those beyond my kinkiest imagination.
"Anything for you, baby." But I know this mutability is a gift with a cost.
"I'm not your baby," I said, clipped. Bliss licks their lips at the challenge and covers their privates. "Move your hands, fish. Let me finger-fuck you."
"Still ever the vulgar villain, I see," they chuckle, slipping their fingers into their pussy. "No." I scowl at them, calling me a villain and doing my job for me, and pull their hand away.
"Stop. It's my birthday. This pussy is mine."
"For now," they calmly retort.

"Kacchi, your jaw is even stronger five years later. You must unclench your jaw." They gently pull my head back by the nape of my neck. "Suck without teeth, please, my baby."

"I have TMJ," I say through a full mouth. They pet my spiked hair like it's a bushel of seaweed.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Kacchi," Bliss tells me delicately. They have this way of being kindly condescending. I forgot how much I hate that shit. How the fuck does anyone make me, Bakugo Katsuki, feel so damn small yet cherished? I keep going, feeling Bliss' length and girth slide down my throat for the first time in a long time. But my muscles remember them very well. "You shouldn't hold so much tension in your mouth. You're always growling. Why so angry, Kacchi?" Bliss purrs above my head.

They said it so tenderly as if they cared. As if they don't know.

We've moved to an enclosed area made of foreign palm trees. As beautiful of sight as they are under the soft lights, the massive trunks and gigantic palm fronds look out of place. So does Bliss as they kneel before me and return the favor. My back is pressed against the rough bark, my body enjoying the heat and moisture lapping around my manhood. My vision blurs. Fucking a mermaid's mouth is like…my mind wanders.

( ◣∀◢)ψ

"Listen, Nerd. Don't be fucking weird about it, but I've met someone. We're dating, but it's not serious or anything like that." We sat alone in Vestiges' staff lounge.

"Oh!" Deku blinked in surprise, only for a split second, and I felt a fleeting sense of jealousy. But his face instantly brightened into a radiant smile. "That's awesome, Kacchan! I'm so happy for you!"

"I said, don't make it weird! Damn!"

( ◣∀◢)ψ

"Heyyyyy," Bliss drags me back to the present, singing a sea shanty. "Where'd you go, my pet?" Their voice is melodic even when muffled. "Bakugo! Pay attention to me!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry," I say, but I don't really mean it. Bliss can tell.

"Shall we ditch your mates and head back to my hotel room? We can take a dip in my private bath," they say, persuading me with their smoldering eyes. Kirishima has long left me to my poor choices and bad decisions to take Denki's dumbass home. "The woodsy scent of this rooftop forest is making me land sick."

As if Bliss ever needed an excuse to bed me.

( ◣∀◢)ψ

I should not be here in this stately room but with my friends, far away from Bliss and even farther away from Deku. But I like fucking Bliss in hotel rooms. It's like we're back on tour when I'd go chasing Bliss around the continent, hooking up in so many seedy and five-star hotels I forget their names. But I never forgot how Bliss looks while we do nasty things to each other. And sometimes, the world of Bliss just drowns the pain of heartache away. They were the best distraction for a lonely, broken heart, but a distraction is not a remedy, let alone a cure.

Bliss is a storm. No. A Maelstrom of the best and worst of me. Torrents of everything I think I am rip through me with each seductive kiss Bliss lands on my pressure points.

"Happy birthday to you…" Bliss croons in my ear as their legs grip me tighter. That damned beguiling voice. The more they sing, the harder I thrust and pound all my birthday wishes into their ass. At the song's end, but before I reach my limit, Bliss asks me a simple question: "Shall I give you your birthday present, my love? For old time's sake."

I'm too busy focusing on my rhythm to focus, let alone answer, as the hot bath water laps around our waists. My ears sound like they're in an echo chamber."Huh?" I groan, closing my eyes to concentrate. To get there. Instinct curls my fingers around Bliss' neck and presses back the small mound lodged in their larynx. They moan a guttural cry that ripples through my hands and body. My mouth slacks open, and our tongues meet. This feels different. The nose, the tongue, the teeth, the lips, the corners of the mouth…

My eyelids fly open.

Bliss had already begun to transform. Fuck, not this againnnn!

( ◣∀◢)ψ

I am dreaming.

I'm in a hot spring. Seawater foams out my slack mouth. The sun is tickling my face. The hot spring current feels great, but my stomach is in knots as the night's events, turn of events, flood my sobering memory.

Streaks of electric green.
Icy shards sleet through the burning black sky into sheets of rain.
Smoke…explosions…screams…cries…roars.

When I'm with Bliss, I lose all sense of time and space. I no longer know if I'm drowning in vodka, lust, life, or the sea. I'm just floating…sinking.

Drowning.

"Chi...Kacchi."
"Mm?"
They slap me across my face. "KATSUKI! WAKE UP!"
"FUCK, ELIZABETH! THAT HURT!" They slap me again. "DAMMIT! Sorry!"

I'm naked in a bed that is not mine, blearily staring at Bliss straddling me, fucking me, butt-naked, too.

What fresh hell is this?

( ◣∀◢)ψ

The beast in Bliss has been unleashed. The sea king ravages me. The fight was not swift but painfully slow torture. Still, it escalated too quickly for me to understand its ramifications against my hard-fought progress.

I hate when history repeats itself.

I should've just gone home.

( ◣∀◢)ψ

My worst nightmare has become my reality.

"De-Deku?" I stammer, bewildered. My throat feels like gravel, and the metallic bitterness of blood fills my mouth and lungs. Why is he here? "W-Why?" My voice cracks like shattered glass as I look into the soft face I have visualized every night to sleep for the past five years. War and life have hardened it, but still, he's beautiful. My body won't stop shaking—he's bloodied. Immediately, I know it is my blood.
Oh, no… This cannot be happening again.

The sound of a horse-powered Quirk revving and rushing ice approaches. Shoto is less than a minute away. My heart breaks out of my chest. Dread drains the little blood I have left.

Why is this happening to me again?!

a/n: writing this chapter was great for me spiritually and mentally. nothing about this story is pure fluff and bkg is going to have to fight and be a different kind of tough to survive and strive for the life he wants. but that doesn't mean we can't have some steamy fun along the arduous journey, right?

i'm grateful for everyone who's taken the time to read any of my works, especially this story, and has subscribed, left a kudos, and doubly so for those who leave a review/comment on how you're feeling. i enjoy the solitude of writing with all of me and value my readership's imagination, but it's still isolating when shared, so if my writing has ever made you feel emotions or think, let me know. i cherish your readership and engagement loads. now let's get to the bullshit aftermath of our tsundere's irresponsible actions...next chapter.

I hope reading this was PLUS ULTRA!

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~BKG OUT~ ( ◣∀◢)ψ