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[fruity]

 

Name: Shou Hanemura

 

Age: 29

 

Appearance: 5'10" tall, dark brown eyes with glasses, short salaryman haircut, proper adult look at a glance

 

Occupation: Assistant researcher for Chemical Engineering professor

 

Personality: Proper at a glance but actually hard to talk to, he often mumbles to himself. Always has a strong desire towards one thing at a time, an obsession that won't pass until he finds another one. People with good common sense usually avoids talking to him after the first conversation, dubbing him as a "creep". He asks personal questions that seems improper. Things he doesn't want to hear will fall to deaf ears.

 

 

This must be love.

 

There was no humor glinted inside his dark eyes as he looked at him, the only thing he looked forward to in a month. Shou wanted to yell and tell him to turn around, make him following Shou to a more private compound where Shou could murmur words of adoration against his breathless face. "Soon," he mumbled to himself as he fixed the glasses.

 

His place, the place he inherited from his parents, had been renovated for the whole summer and half an autumn. The attic was remodeled into something more soundproof, and he had bought only the most luxurious bed, pillows, and sheets so that he would feel as comfortable as possible even in the middle of winter. Shou considered buying a painting to adorn the otherwise white-dominated room, but didn't know what would be his preferred art style. Would art nouveau fit better than naturalist? Should he ask, or should he let it be a surprise?

 

Shou walked slowly towards the counter, where he would borrow this reference book that his professor never asked for, just so he could have a reason to visit this place. To visit him. Ah, their eyes almost met. Shou wouldn't dare, so he just looked downwards even as he arrived at the counter. "This one," he shortly said, handing over the book. Not across the counter, but by hand, so that he could have the possibility of touching his hand in return.

 

Soon, he thought, You'll be mine.

 

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[♠[Rin]♠]

 

 

Name: Masaki Shinōji.

 

Appearance: A 5'55'' tall male with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He owns a rather petite figure due to the simple different kinds of sports he does. His collarbones, sticking out of the skin, tell a story of an eating disorder. Meeting him gives one the feeling of talking to an excited young man due to this wide smile and the shimmer in his eyes.

 

Age: 27.

 

Personality: Self-confident and full of kindness. No matter what is the matter, this man seems to be ready to help everyone. He may be liked quickly after the first encounter, though it does not look like he has many friends around himself. He cares about those close to him, though even more he cares about himself. He follows the parable "Only if you are able to help yourself, you can be there for others".

 

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Honestly, Masaki never really remembered all his customers. He greeted them all with a warm smile and a shimmer of encouragement in his eyes. Of course, the more often a person appeared, the better he could memorize them, though this one man who always borrowed books from the Science block never exactly looked him in the face, so it was hard to keep his facial features in mind.

Ah, it wasn't his business, right?

 

"Alright!" Masaki beamed, taking the book from the other male, brushing his fingers with his own in the movement. He opened it, scanned the number in and tendered a confirmation for the book. In his computer, he added the date, author, title and the item number. Afterwards he took a small piece of paper from the side. "How long would you like to borrow it, Sir?" he asked curiously, ready to write down the date of return.

 

Really, somehow this guy was creepy. However, he looked like a nice guy. Masaki had no problem with him, he just felt a little uncomfortable not being able to make eye-contact. Not that he cared that much. It was just a stranger.

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Desire washed over his whole being as soon as their skin was in contact with another. It took an iron will to suppress the impulse to grab that hand and pressed their bodies together. Patience is virtue, he thought. To commend himself, he allowed himself to smile and looked into the other's hazel eyes. Not close enough, he thought, wondering what he should do to just be able to see the multiple colors in his irises as he lazed around.

 

"Three days," he answered, because it didn't matter. He came here just to meet this person. Masaki, he thought intimately, as well as to pull his plan into action. Now that the book was in his hand, the only thing left to do was to wait until Masaki's shift was over. For the first, he also allowed himself a greeting. "See you later," he said.

 

It would be colder outside, but it didn't matter. In fact, it was the perfect weather for himself to wear a mask, so that the anesthetic substance he had prepared wouldn't affect him, as a precaution.

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Masaki nodded and wrote the date of return onto the paper, laying it into the book and then handing it over. Ah, see you later? Uhm, alright. He figured, the man might return to get something else later. Who knew? He wasn't in the right position to ask such personal questions, let alone did he care. "I hope so! Have a nice day," he answered and waited until the man was gone. He saved the documents and locked the computer, going back to the returned books in order to put them back where they belonged.

 

Around 7 PM, his shift ended. The blonde turned off the computer, put on his cloak on, got his bag and locked all the doors to the library. Sliding one hand into his cloak's pocket, he swung his bag a little playfully in the other, while walking away from the library and towards the parking lot next to it. Being the energetic creature that he were, Masaki didn't even try to keep his guard up in this darkness.

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Shou waited for an entire hour before Masaki's shift ended. He already ate in the family restaurant that overlooked the library across the street, the place where he would stay for a long time to make sure of Masaki's schedules. He knew Masaki only got out around 7 PM, but he still couldn't stop himself from getting out early and waited in the parking lot because he wouldn't want to miss this chance.

 

"Hm, hm," Shou hummed happy tune, a rarity coming from him, as he poured the anesthetic substance to his handkerchief. It wasn't that hard to get that substance, with his access to chemical labs. This strong dose would leave Masaki knocked out cold in matter of seconds. He already wore gloves and mask that wouldn't look out of place in this weather, and all he had to do now was to wait.

 

Sure enough, Masaki, being the last one to lock the building, went out alone. Shou's face showed a beam of happiness in the dark, though humor still didn't reach his dark eyes. It didn't matter. "Hello," he said, greeting behind Masaki who went to his car.

 

In an instant, Shou pulled out the handkerchief and moved it to cover Masaki's nose and mouth.

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It was a physical reaction. To be honest, Masaki wouldn't ever think someone would want to knock him out, let alone kidnap. Though, in the moment a muffled voice appeared, he was in a brief shock and in the next moment, he had something pressed against his lower face area. In surprise, he instantly gasped, inhaling the substance instantly without any control of it. He mumbled something against the handkerchief and also grabbed the man by the wrist, though his eyes soon went unfocused. The strength in his grip around the other man's wrist faded away. Slowly, Masaki's trembling stopped. His lids fell close and his body went limp against Shou.

 

Why? And how? And how, and why? No matter how hard he tried to find an answer, he wasn't successful. There was absolutely no legit reason to be found in his head which could explain why someone would do this to him.

 

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When Masaki awoke the next time, there was a stinging headache. Though, he immediately ignored that when he remembered what had happened to him. Instantly, he cracked his eyes open, meeting a white ceiling. His heart beat brutally against his chest in nervousness. Where was he? Why was he here? What for? He wouldn't die in here, right?

No, he had seen too many of those crime movies... Maybe it was just a misunderstanding? Or something like that..

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Shou found himself being ecstatic as Masaki's body lost its entire strength. Masaki should give himself completely to Shou, just like this. Let Shou be the only one for Masaki. A smile crept to his face, but he quickly returned to his common sense, and pretended to help Masaki as he fell. "Are you alright?" he said, not even his ears believed he was sincere with that sentence, but it didn't matter.

 

Heaping Masaki's body to a princess hold, he opened Masaki's car with those keys and put Masaki in the back seat. For some reason, he was too excited that he couldn't properly start the car, trembling as he put in the key. He succeeded later on, driving Masaki's car to the city's department store. He had prepared his own vehicle there, complete with a shopping bag from one of the stores inside. His own car was common black and parked in the corner with container truck hiding it from the nearest surveillance camera.

 

Soon enough, he had moved Masaki's body to his own car, and he drove fast to his place with adrenaline rushed his brain. He almost couldn't believe how well his plan worked so far, but maybe it was simply because no one cared about another's business in this kind of big city.

 

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The attic he put Masaki in, only had a ventilation up above, a ceiling window that would light up the room in daylight. The walls were painted in white, empty with no other decoration save for a heater that was placed out of reach. There was no chair there. Shou couldn't decide whether Masaki would prefer a futon or bed, but he provided the bed. The sheets, mattress, and pillows were really high quality. He didn't bring a bed cover because he figured he would let Masaki choose later on, for personal touch.

 

The side of the room had been separated to become a bathroom with installed shower and heater. The shower head was planted into the wall, and the toilet seat was electronically warmed. He wouldn't want Masaki to freeze to death. There was no mirror, however. And no bath tub either, because there was no space to put that in.

 

After making sure nothing was dusty or unusable, Shou returned to the bed, and swept the hair on Masaki's forehead. The blond color fit him really well, and it felt as soft as Shou imagined.

 

Whether the gesture woke Masaki up or the chemical compound finally lost its effect, Shou didn't know. There was no time to speculate unnecessarily when the love of his life was waking up, right?

 

"Good evening, M-Masaki," he said, injecting sincere warmth to his voice. It was eerily out of place, and Shou had a slip of tongue when calling the other's name. It felt good to call the other, though. "Are you thirsty? Here, drink this," he said, offering a Japanese ceramic tea cup filled with warm green tea.

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As soon as his sight became clear again, Masaki's senses returned to him as well. A touch on his forehead made him flinch in surprise. His eyes looked for the source and found the face of the man he had served today in the library. At least he thought it was the same man. The hair and the voice fitted.

 

The blonde blinked for a moment, putting the pieces together. Of course he couldn't exactly call the other a kidnapper, since he couldn't exactly remember every detail. However, it didn't look like this guy had a partner.

After the words reached him and he realized their meaning, Masaki sat up and moved backwards against the pillows. He studied the other's face. The fact that he knew Masaki's name was less shocking since he wore a name tag during work.. Though, the situation was wicked.

 

"...Who are you?"

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Shou stared at his offering, the cup with green tea, and the fact that Masaki didn't accept that. A pang of sadness went through his expression, but he put that cup with a small thunk against the drawer besides the bed, round without sharp edges. He didn't pay heed to that though, because Masaki was here right now, with him, in the world that belonged to just both of them.

 

"Please call me Shou," he said, not stuttering this time. He wore a smile again, because people liked smiles, right? He didn't smile often, but he would make that effort for his beloved Masaki. "Do you like this room? It lacks color and personal touches. What are your favorite colors? I'll buy the bed cover for you," he said, as if this was the most natural thing to do.

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Hazel eyes watched every movement of the other as he set the cup down. Then they went back to Shou's face. Masaki supported himself with his hands on each side. "Shou... Alright. Nice to meet you." At least he guessed so. He wasn't sure whether or not the other was temperamental. Or whether or not he owned a mental disorder. Masaki could not imagine what reason the other would have to bring him here.

 

"..red is my favourite colour," he answered hesitatingly. "This... dark red. Wine red." He tilted his head a little. How long had he been unconscious? What time was it?

 

"You don't need to buy things for me, really. I like white, open rooms." That was half of the truth, but who cares? "I don't think I have been in here before, though.. " He paused a little, musing if it was clever to ask right away. Eventually, he did. "Why did you bring me here? If you wanted to spend time, we could have also gone to my apartment." Masaki added carefully.

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"Really?" His face showed a genuinely pleased expression. "Then I'm glad this suits your taste. You're silly, of course this is just the first time you came here. It's just recently finished, though I made sure the smell of paint won't--- ah." Shou blinked and sighed. He threw an apologetic look towards Masaki. "I spoke too much."

 

Shou was almost thrown aback when Masaki said things like his apartment. For a second, his heart skipped a beat and blush dusted his pale cheeks. "Well, you haven't offered that yet, so I took the initiative," he said, less gloomy than he expected to act around people. Perhaps it was the bright, gentle lamp in this room, entirely different than the dim light in his bedroom.

 

"I figure you haven't eaten dinner. I have various food supplies in the fridge downstairs, so you should just tell me what you want, and I'll try making that for you, Masaki. I hope it's not too difficult, though." Shou showed a little childish side when he added those personal comments, which also surprised himself. He wasn't always this opinionated around people, but there was just something about Masaki that made him want to reveal himself. He wanted Masaki to know him better. And they had all the time they needed here.

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"N-no, don't worry. You didn't speak too much.." Masaki said. Maybe if he comforted the other enough, there would be a chance to flee? He doubted the other would do something to him, given that he was neither tied nor gagged. He still wore his clothes and Shou cared for his needs. The thing was: Did he mean it or was this a game? What seriousness was behind this?

 

"True, I haven't," he confirmed the older male's guess. "We could cook something together, though. I could, y'know, show you some recipes." He offered, trying to see how far he could go in this. He had to trust his assumption that Shou wouldn't threaten him in any way.

Hell, he wondered if he could just stand up and leave this room. Really. There had to be something. Shou didn't look violent or temperamental at all. Then again, how was it possible that he had kidnapped him just like that?

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Shou shook his head, not smiling this time. His dark brown eyes glinted as he said, "I want you to stay here." Standing up from the bed, he fixed his glasses while walking towards the door. His shoulders were rather slumped when he added, "You don't need to force yourself. You haven't noticed me before, so it's all right if you're not comfortable enough to do things together with me," he said, not giving a room for Masaki to answer.

 

Locking the white door behind him, Shou walked downstairs to the second floor of his house. This place was a little too big for living alone, and he never thought he would return to this place so soon, and never meeting his parents in the process. They didn't disown him, they just pretended he didn't exist, most of the times. Ever since he was at school, they merely sent him monthly allowances without so much as showing their faces. For someone threatening to file divorce papers several times, Shou found it ironic that his mother would die together with his father in an accident in their 30th anniversary. They said the couple went on a vacation together. He doubted it, but there was nothing to dig upon.

 

Nor that he cared enough to do so.

 

He buried those thoughts, leaving the figurative hatchet behind. Masaki didn't tell him what he would prefer for a dinner, so Shou figured he should just fix a quick vegetables stir fry and heated up the salt grilled saury fish he had seasoned before. Cooking the rice would take a while, so he took a shower and changed his clothes to a set of simple blue cotton pajama and brought the simple T-shirt, outer boxers, new briefs that he figured would be Masaki's size, plus towel. The rest of soaps and toothbrush were already in the shower upstairs. Before closing the wardrobe, he glanced at Masaki's bag on his bed, and the dismantled handphone to ensure no one could contact Masaki. Shou smiled without realizing it.

 

He climbed upstairs again, making obvious sounds that indicated him approaching closer, and knocked on the door. The key was still outside, of course, but it was Masaki's room now. He wouldn't want to disturb Masaki's privacy too much. "Masaki?" he called. "I bring a change of clothes, there's a shower on the other side of this room if you haven't used it already."

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Masaki narrowed his eyebrows when the other had left without giving him a chance to answer. He waited until he couldn't hear the steps anymore and then stood up from the bed, walking over to the window.

 

Locked. To small. Even if he could break the glass, he wouldn't fit. And if this was the attic, there was the danger of falling off and breaking his own neck. That was definitely not the goal he had.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself and quietly moved to the door, inspecting the lock. He could try to pick it, though he hadn't done that before and his knowledge was merely the stuff he had seen in movies. Besides, he wasn't a girl who randomly wore hair clasps that were strong enough. And in addition to that, if he looked through the keyhole, there was only darkness. So the key was left outside which made it impossible to unlock from the inside. Shit.

 

Oh.

He heard steps.

Almost like a kitten in its new home, he flinched and leaned up, stepping away from the door. The brunette's voice appeared on the other side. Upon the word 'shower', he turned his head and looked to the bathroom. He could indeed use a shower, though he wasn't sure if it was really safe to do so. Even if Shou didn't do anything to him, he had something creepy and scary about him.

 

"Thank you. Uhm, please ... come in." It was weird to give one's kidnapper the permission to enter the room one was being held in.

 

Another topic: The other knew his size?

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Upon permission, Shou came in. Then again, he would probably still force his way in without permission, but he didn't want Masaki to feel threatened. That wasn't his intention with this whole charade. He just wanted to feel as close, for as long as they need, so that Masaki would come to love him too. In the world outside, there were just too many distractions.

 

"The food will be ready soon," he said, placing the clothes on the bed, but still standing up. "I hope, uh. You won't feel too restless. If there's anything that I could fix for you, just tell me," he said, reassuring the other. His arm hung awkwardly to the side because he had the urge to touch Masaki again, but he was too afraid to do so while the other was awake. Maybe he should put sleeping pill inside his meal? He didn't want to drug Masaki too often though, that would be bad for his health.

 

"Just make yourself comfortable, this place is prepared for you," he added, nodding awkwardly and began walking towards the door again.

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Masaki thanked the other again, watching him placing the clothes onto the bed. He nodded to the other's words, unsure as to what else to do. It was hard not to tell him to cut this shit and let him go. After all, who was he? What was he? Masaki sure as hell didn't see himself as an item or a pet which could be held in a room. He just really wanted to know the other's intentions and motives. It would make things so much easier... What would his family think where his was? His friends? Wouldn't they alarm the police and all? Who would feed his pet snake? What would his boss think?

 

Shou was already almost out of the room, when Masaki lifted his hand as if signalling that he was going to speak up. "Uh, m-maybe .. a chess board? Do you know how to play?"

 

Perfect. A way he could get the other to be less careful.

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"Sure!" Shou showed a little excitement over the request. "I only have Go board right now, if you know how to play it... But I'll buy a Chess board tomorrow for you," he said, mentioning the classic black-white stone game that he sometimes played. He was glad Masaki had become comfortable enough to ask for things, perhaps this was a good sign. If they had fun, Masaki would allow him to be closer, or at least he hoped so.

 

On the floor in the room, there was a carpet with small collapsible table. The room had been installed with heater, so Shou didn't bother to add more heater-based appliances or furniture in the room. He let himself throw a longing glance towards Masaki, recalling how nice it felt when he held Masaki as the other fell against him a few hours ago. That should be enough for now, Shou convinced himself as he walked outside the room and locked the door again.

 

He had to wait for a few minutes before the rice was done. He unplugged the small rice cooker and brought it with the appliance directly with the other meals on the tray. Who knew if Masaki would like to add another serving of rice, right? In his effort, though, he forgot to cook something for himself, since he only brought one set of everything to the room.

 

"I'm coming in with the food, Masaki," he informed the other, unlocking the door, and went inside.

 

This house was located a little bit far from other residents in the vicinity, but running for about seven minutes would bring them to populated area. He made sure to lock the front door, though. Besides, the kind Masaki wouldn't run away if he felt safe here, right? Ignoring the fact that Shou entered the room with both hands occupied. He would throw everything on his arms if it meant he could keep Masaki here, though he didn't think that kind of thing would happen.

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Believe it or not, Masaki checked the clothes for the sizes as soon as Shou had left. And really, they would fit perfectly. Just what the fuck. Okay. Either this man was a really well-educated IT person, or he was a stalker. Both sounded equally terrifying, given that Masaki was a noob in every way possible. He waas neither sporty, let alone trained, nor did he know much about technology. Additionally, he was bad at geography. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't find the way home if he ever got the chance to run.

 

He set the clothes back down and sat on the bad, sighing to himself, lifting his glance only to look into the bathroom. Alright. Two days would have to go by until the police would search for him. Then again, there was little to no connection between him and this Shou-guy. Who would ever find him here?

Maybe he would just have to violently escape eventually. He could use simple things, small things, or break something to get some kind of weapon. After all... when he looked down at his slender arms, he believed that he barely stood a chance when it came to strength. In addition to that, Shou was taller and heavier.

 

God fucking damn it.

 

Masaki lifted his head and looked over to Shou entering the room with both hands full. He could really push him, try to bring him off balance and then run for it. On the other side, who knew what would happen then? He didn't even know the house. Shou would catch him before he could look around.

No, he had to plan his escape better than that.

"Thanks. That's very kind of you." Unless the food was poisoned, then fuck you.

 

Just what was wrong with this person?

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Shou put the tray on the collapsible table and sat on the carpet. Filling the rice on the empty bowl, he put it on the empty side of the table. The rice was still steamy and warm, fluffy white as how Shou liked it. Hopefully Masaki would like it as well. He opened his glasses as the steam got to it. "Go ahead and eat," he said, sitting still. It seemed that he wouldn't go anywhere.

 

"By the way, I noticed that you lived alone in your apartment... Where's your family?" he asked, wanting to know more about Masaki's personal life.

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He tensed up a little when he noticed that Shou probably wouldn't leave. Did he want to watch him? Or just make sure Masaki would eat? Was this food clean?

Carefully, the blonde rose from the bed and sat down in front of the rice bowl. He watched Shou for a while, before taking the chopsticks and poked around in the rice a little. "You... noticed?" That was kinda, rude? Creepy as hell? It looked like the other was more of a stalker, then.

 

Now this was surreal. Maybe this was a nightmare. Maybe he was on drugs. Maybe he would wake up soon enough?

This was just not possible, right? He had only seen a thing such as this situation in movies.

 

"Uhm, my parents live in Tokio," he said, trying to give as little information as possible without making it seem like it. "It's not a big deal or anything." He added, costing the rice carefully, deciding it just tasted like normal rice. Alright. Fine. Okay.

 

He was still a little paranoid, though.

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Shou didn't realize that his comment was something out of norm. In his mind, this situation (and his knowledge) was perfectly normal, just like how old friends would know things about each other. The fact that they hadn't even talked before today didn't register to his mind. He made himself sitting more comfortably as he saw Masaki started eating. The genuine smile crept up to his face again, and Shou noticed that this time. His palm covered his mouth, feeling a little embarrassed that he felt happy all too easily from the small things that Masaki did.

 

"Tokio, that's quite far. Do your have siblings?" he asked, wondering how smaller siblings would like. Small Masaki. Sounded too cute to pass. "Or pets, maybe?"

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Why was that all so interesting for the other? Masaki asked himself internally, though then he recalled that Shou had stalked him. So it was a pretty stupid question.

The things Shou wanted to know where quite basic, so it was alright to answer them. However, he wouldn't give too private information. That was too dangerous, he found.

 

"No, I am an only child," Masaki answered. "Uhm, yes. A snake." Maybe the thing with the snake would scare Shou off? Who knew?

Probably, if he wanted to succeed in escaping, he had to find out a little about Shou's personality.

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Shou hummed. "You don't look like a snake-person," he said. But he wouldn't judge Masaki's preferences. Since the first time he met Masaki and saw the gentle smile, he had fallen hard for the other. It was that enlightened moment where he knew that Masaki was the one. "What's its name?" he asked, interested in Masaki's naming sense. "Oh, and don't let me bother your dinner, you should eat. I'm also an only child so we're the same in that aspect. My parents have died though, but it seems that yours are still around. Are they loving parents?"

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Yukio did eat some more of the rice, feeling his hunger arise in him. However, after suffering from eating disorder for a few years, he was used to the feeling of starving. He had to listen to his instincts, though. After all, he needed the energy to get away from this place. "Its name is Nico," he answered a little hesitatingly. "Ah, yes. They are. And I am sorry what happened to your parents." Was it hard to live without them? Masaki himself would probably feel very empty. Yet, he didn't know the whole story and he was convinced it was better that it wouldn't become his business.

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"It's a rather normal name," Shou commented lightly. "Do your parents take care of it? Or is it in your apartment right now?" he asked, feeling concerned about feeding the snake. If the snake was still in Masaki's apartment, then he probably should make some arrangement, probably hiring a service or ordering a petshop to take care of it for a while.

 

Shou frowned when he saw Masaki was eating really slowly. "Is the food not to your liking?" he asked, feeling bad. "You rarely go to restaurants or even buying store-made food. Do you usually cook?" he asked. It wasn't like Shou never noticed Masaki's protruding collarbone, but he thought it was simply because Masaki was slim.