One thing Kunikuzushi knew about himself is that he didn't need anyone.

He didn't the father that he had never even met, he didn't need the mother that wanted him to be a statue to display. He didn't need the friends, not the one that started at him with ridiculing eyes as they watched him eat alone once more at the college's cafeteria. He didn't need any of them.

But relief? He needed it.

That's his thougth process, at least. He needed relief. That's why he sought you out so often. He was just that stressed. No other reason.

To be completely fair, you were quite hard to resist. The way you moved those fingers, even if just to unlock your phone. The way you set down, the way you walked, or smiled- it was the consensus in campus that you were quite the catch.

He still remembers the night you two had first spent together. He had been ogling after you for a while, especially with the stress finals provided, and finally, at a party, he had drowned a glass too much, finding himself in your bed the morning after

God, it was like being reborn. He felt complete like that.

Because of the intimacy.

And had it made regular. Not... regular. Just friends with benefits. It was perfect. He didn't have time, nor needed a relationship. He just needed relief. The fact that he couldn't get the same feeling anywhere else wasn't related to his feelings at all! Sure, nothing felt the same way waking up in yoir arms did. Nothing like your hands tenderly stroking his old scars absentmindedly. Nothing like your eyes. Nothing like your voice, nothing like-

He wasn't in love. Ok!?

He wasn't. He frowned to himself, turning around. It was the stupid morning light. All its fault. It made you look all pretty and angelic. He quickly closed the blinds of his windows, huffing