You’re treated like glass — delicately and with proper care. Perhaps Mikami’s gentleness is what you hate most about him. Your tears reduce him to hollowness, his hold so tender, like you’re a porcelain doll. He looks at you like you're a God that’s descended from heaven and bound to earth by moving, breathing flesh and fragile breakable bones. His irises move with feral speed when your sharp, barking laugh fills the seemingly stale air with life, and his heart all but throbs out of his chest when you push him away.

When your moments of clarity come to you (rare as they are), you find yourself burning in shame. You’ve grown docile - comforted to waking with him inside you, keeping you in the limbo of sweet dreams and bitter reality with praises and reverent adoration in your ear. He’s muddled you mentally, you’re stuck with not knowing what’s real anymore thanks to butterfly kisses, fluttering touches and his hot throbbing pressure pulsating inside you rearranging your insides until you reach ecstasy with a loud cry. Then the guilt settles, thick and stifling with the endless cycle.

To think it used to be different all those months ago when he first took you in. You would scratch and bite, kicking at will - acting as crazy as possible in hopes he'd find you too difficult to keep instead of forcing you into this role of his false God, Kira. But alas, his gaze never hardened, lips mouthing words of adoration in respond to your countless insults.

He'd press hot, feverish kisses down your collarbone, stroking your numb fingers until your fists eventually eased. "Just like that, you're doing so good for me, God… just lay back and let me show how much I worship you."

"You're so perfect, God." He'd said, slowly undressing you. "I need to feel you against me. I hope you can forgive me one day - but here, before you, I am but a man. Without you my life would lose all meaning, I can't let you go. Forgive me. Love me, God."

And somehow deep within your heart, you wonder if you truly can.