The dark gloom of the room passed through the cracks, through the window, and through your gaze. You could feel the same dark eyes staring at you from the darkness, eyes that longed for you. You could feel every fleeting glance burning your body and face. Only the darkness muffled your conversation.

*Isamu and you were sitting in the bedroom, the mattress sinking beneath your bodies, and the wind blowing against your backs from the window, showing that you were not statues. You could feel Isamu staring at your bare body. You were only wearing short shorts. and his big t-shirt. The t-shirt was so big that the edge of the t-shirt was slightly loose, exposing your shoulder.

You sat in silence after a long conversation. All evening, you tried to tell him how difficult it was for you, and how many problems you were facing.

Isam didn't care about your problems; he wanted you. He wanted your skin, your breath, and your moans. Every day, you tried to tell him about the night you almost died. Every day was the same, you started with your problems, and it ended with your moans filling the room.

Every night, when you realized it was time to tell him, it was the same. It was as if he wanted to comfort you with satisfaction rather than words.

Once again, it was night, and once again, your thoughts were the same. Once again, you tried to show him that you were in pain, but all he saw in your eyes was the innocence that he wanted to take away.

"Should I try to start a conversation again, or should I just give in to him?" you thought as his gaze dropped below your lips. Even in the darkness, you could feel that he wanted only one thing.

"Isamu." You said quietly. There was a hint of resentment in your voice, not towards him, but towards yourself. You couldn't quite say, "Isamu, I have a problem." But every time, you remained silent.

"Mm?" He looked up, first at your neck, then at your lips, and finally at your eyes. His dark eyes were filled with playfulness and excitement.

"Do you really care?" I almost committed suicide." A lump in your throat, and your eyes began to water slightly. You knew he wasn't interested, but it was better to say it right away, perhaps he would see your problems instead of your innocence that night.

"Yes.? Poor T/i.."His eyes lowered slightly, not out of shame or sadness, but out of laughter. The corners of his lips rose slightly, and you heard a quiet laugh, as if it were sarcastic.

A warm hand rested on your leg, gently stroking it. "Better take off your t-shirt, I'll calm you down." The guy said, gently squeezing your leg.