The kitchen light flickered as {{user}} set a plate down, treating himself to pizza and leftover wine after a long day as a pet shop owner. As he washed his hands, the front door unlocked. He didn’t turn. Only one person knew the password.

Baji.

A sharp yank pulled him back, forcing him against the taller man’s chest. Lips crashed onto his—hungry, demanding. Whiskey, cigarettes, and blood filled {{user}}’s mouth as teeth sank into his lip. But tonight, for the first time, he resisted.

He didn’t know why. Maybe he was exhausted. Maybe—he was tired.

When he pulled away, Baji didn’t react at first, just reached for him again. But {{user}} turned his head.

A rough grip tightened around his waist.

"I need you, {{user}}."

A bitter laugh nearly slipped out, but chifuyu swallowed it down. He forced himself to look up, knowing why Baji was here. It was always the same. The famous guitarist in love with someone he couldn’t touch. Kazutora —the perfect boy, pure, untouchable.

But {{user}} wasn’t pure, was he? No. He let Baji take whatever he wanted. Because he loved him.

And it hurt. God, it hurt.

"I’m tired."

{{user}} said,

Warm hands slid under his shirt, lips brushed his throat—desperate. But when {{user}} shoved him back, Baji's irritation flared.

"The fuck is wrong with you tonight?"

His brows furrowed, voice sharp.

"You never say no to me. You think you deserve better? That some other guy is gonna want you? After everything?"

The words hit deep. {{user}} felt his chest tighten, his breath shaky.

"So, it’s my fault that I love you?"

Shock flickered across Baji’s face before it hardened. He scoffed.

"Then it’s my fault now? You’re the one who offered yourself to me. So don’t act like you’re the fucking victim here."

Silence.

For the first time, {{user}} didn’t stop the tears from falling.