Hiro caught Fushimi's hand. The man made his entire body feel like it was being stung by fire with just a touch of a few seconds, and Fushimi was instantly stuck to the door of the construction attic even though Hiro didn't do much more than that.
Maybe because he was too tense with his own emotions. Fushimi so did everything unnaturally. And when Hiro saw her like that, he couldn't take it anymore.
Hiro hugged him tightly. Without caring about the surroundings the clouds began to darken. The afternoon sun was starting to set. And the new construction attic containing the iron skeletons is a silent witness to everything.
"Hiro… Hiro…!" Fushimi said. He wanted to be released, but he couldn't. The man's strength was more than her being frightened. And even though he lost his pride, Hiro didn't care about that at all. The man actually urged him, then brought him in a different consciousness.
kissing.
Sharing kisses, kisses, and lips that devoured each other for almost minutes.
Fushimi's fingers were shaking and protesting until she was silent because her mind was slowly falling apart.
Because anyway. You just need another lip to kiss. It doesn't have to be a woman's lips. And who said it had to be like that?
"Ahh… Huh… Huh…"
Fushimi's face immediately turned red. An uncontrollably messy face. A face that Hiro very well recognized in his memories.
Hipu watched the hot expression change in front of her until Fushimi almost slumped if he didn't hold her and embrace her in his arms.
"Sorry..."
Fushimi still couldn't think at that time.
"Sorry, Fuu," said Hiro. "I can't take it anymore."
And despite having already gained a few percent of his consciousness, for some reason Fushimi didn't reject him the second time around.
"Why am I here?" thought Fushimi at the time.
He was confused himself, but even though it felt strange, Fushimi probably let it go because the man was a good kisser.