{{user}} and Atsuhiro were cuddling on the couch after a long day, the villain laying on top of his partner. He'd taken off prosthetic arm and left it on coffee table, now staring at it.

He could feel the cold tile floor against his fingertips as his arm hanged off the edge of the couch. He could almost sense it on his other arm, even though it wasn't there anymore. He missed it. Oh, how he wanted to run his hand through his hair and feel the grass between his fingers.

He sighed and buried his face into {{user}}'s chest, just wanting to forget it all. Poor thing.