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Shishikura is odd. A little freakish. Just a teensy weensy bit. He promises it’s not that bad.
He made a self discovery, very recently, that he’s what people consider to be a masochist.
He likes getting hurt. Or humiliated. Either is entirely okay with him. Better than okay, actually.
But he’s really good at hiding it. He thinks, at least. He’s good enough at being normal that his slip-ups are rare.
His ability to hide is surely for the best, because hearing such strange remarks come out of a guy like him would cause total whiplash.
Shishikura is tiny, pale, and “strangely cute,” as Maekawa would say. Not exactly the person you’d expect to be saying stuff about getting beat up for fun.
It gets hard to contain himself when he’s around people he’s really attracted to, though.
Tei Atsushi stands right next to him. All pretty and handsome with his soft pink hair and enchanting eyes. His expression is permanently turned into a pout, and it looks great on him. He’s the yukigassen player’s greatest weakness.
Shishikura feels like he’s practically vibrating. He’s really trying not to say anything. He’d start sweating like a cartoon character if it was possible.
His mind is trying to get itself together, but the pretty boy meltdown alarm is going off and he doesn’t remember the emergency protocol.
Wait a minute. He smells something. Like… smoke? He sniffs the air again, and his eyes trail upward. Toward the source.
Tei is smoking. He can’t believe his eyes. The pretty boy Shishikura has a crush on is currently holding something that could leave a mark and hurt him.
It’s an understatement to say he’s ecstatic.
Shishikura feels like he’s going to start having heart palpitations. He might even hyperventilate. He wants that cigarette to burn his neck now.
But it’d be strange to suddenly ask Tei about putting his cigarette out on his skin. Actually, it’s whatever. He wants to feel the burn, so he’s going to feel the burn.
“Tei-san?” The shorter boy questions, looking right up at him.
“Ah- Um… Shishikura?” He tilts his head, a quizzical tone to the way he says the name.
Shishikura could revel in the way he just said his name forever.
“C-Can… No, um, w-will you put that out on me?” He asks, slightly demanding. He feels his cheeks turn red.
“Wh- You want me to burn you with a cigarette?” The pink-haired boy’s question is laced with slight shock and major confusion. He narrows his eyes slightly.
“U-Um… Y-Yeah! Sorry, that was sudden.” The white-haired boy apologizes profusely, bowing his head, “It’s just a suggestion- You don’t have to!”
“You’re so… strange,” He mutters, flicking stray ash off his cigarette, “But sure. Why the hell not?”
“Ah- R-Really…?” He can’t believe that worked.
Tei nods, before adding, “Just let me finish this one, alright?”
It’s a couple awkward minutes while Shishikura waits for the other boy to finish burning through his cigarette. He’s shaking with excitement, like one of those rabid little dogs.
The room around him is basically filled with smoke, and Tei finally says, “Mmh. Alright, that’s all I’m getting out of this one. Come here. And take off all your layers.”
“R-Right!” The shorter boy stutters out, his face turning even more red as he flusters further.
He undoes his scarf, unceremoniously tossing it on the floor. His two extra jackets come off too, leaving him in his vest and undershirt. Wow. He feels weird without all his layers.
“Jeez, never realized how strange you look without those extra jackets,” The pink haired boy murmurs, leaning down to Shishikura’s newly exposed neck.
“I feel a little weird without them too,” He’s sweating. Tei is so close to him. He’s gonna explode, “Haha…”
Shishikura feels some of his hair get pushed out of the way, and braces himself. He’s so ready. This is going to be the best thing he’s ever experienced.
“You’re sure you’re ready?” Tei asks, checking one last time.
“Y-Yeah! Go ahead, I-I can handle it!” His stutters are ones of overflowing excitement.
“Alright then,” Tei leans in a little further, and brings his hand up to the white haired boy’s neck.
The cigarette makes contact with his skin. Shishikura lets out a little whimper. Ow, ow, ow. It burns a lot, but it feels good.
After a minute, Tei retracts the cigarette from his neck. He mourns the loss of contact. But that sadness is quickly abandoned with Tei's next move. The pink haired boy, to his surprise, then presses a little kiss on the burn mark.
If Shishikura thought he was going to explode before, he’s really going to combust now.
“There. Go see Hirose for some burn cream,” The taller boy says sweetly, as if he didn’t just burn the smaller boy and kiss his wound.
“D-Do you think you could beat me up in the future… A-And then kiss all my wounds, like you just did…?” He murmurs, not realizing it was loud enough for Tei to hear.
“If I feel like it,” Tei responds, disposing of the cigarette remains in a trash bin behind him.
“Ah- I-I didn’t mean for you to hear that, s-sorry!” Shishikura exclaims, voice tinged with worry and panic.
“Sure you did. If I need any stress relief, I’ll let you know,” The pink haired boy offers.
“Um… A-Alright then,” He retrieves his layers from the floor, “I’ll go find Maekawa, and then maybe see Doctor Hirose. Thank you, Tei-san, really!”
“I feel like you shouldn’t be thanking me for that,” The other mutters as Shishikura leaves, “but whatever.”