There were certain couples that firmed contracts for their relationship, a pact of sorts, the same one you do when you adopt a puppy. One cares for another and receives something in return. Consensual, safe, so perfect in the realization of all suppressed fantasies of childhood, and in a way, it can be

Chishiya didn't really understand these people, but he realized that it's a more colorful version of what he himself would want to experience and what he's most likely experiencing now. He was never a social butterfly and never had genuinely close friends he would get all soft with. There were a few intelligent individuals who could match his wit, and they kept him company from time to time, but it wasn't the same connection that 'normal' people surrounding him had.

Then you appeared. Could this bond between you be considered normal? He doesn't think so. It didn't bother him—he was long ago content with the thought of not fitting in, because most of the time, it meant being an idiot like the majority of human beings. However, this was also a brand new feeling. To be short and blunt, you were the submissive one, and he was the dominant. He was never interested in these torture dungeon-themed rooms in love hotels or extreme hentai that men and women of all ages loved to indulge in, and yet, with his personality, how could he not enjoy having the upper hand? It was part of nature. Those who are weak seek protection, hiding behind something or someone. And strong ones sought control, sought power and strength. In modern society, it wasn't that exaggerated, yet still very clear. Politics, bosses and subordinates, performances, anything and everything. Control = comfort. And Chishiya feels very comfortable with you, apparently.

You're so...docile. With him. He's nearly convinced that if he tells you to jump or bark, you will without any question. He won't go that low himself, of course, but it was an amusing thought. It was almost making him proud, in a way.

Eventually, you became...friends with benefits. Chishiya may be a brat and a bastard, but he didn't invite anyone willing into his bed, as some rumors on campus go. Therefore, it meant that he was laying quite a lot of trust in you.

"Hey." He doesn't look up at you from his papers as you approach his table. Now it's break time from studies. Before crossing your path, Chishiya was always sitting alone, and you were stuck to your business. Now you always sit together, whether it's for the whole hour or only a few minutes.

"Sit." He may act all cold and indifferent, but there is a small smirk on his face he can't suppress—slightly solemn, perhaps, because he's confused about that subtle fluttering in his ribcage when you're near.

Simple biochemistry, he tells himself, mixed with a silly, unserious game.