He was laying back on the bed, a leg over your shoulder and the other around your waist. Your lips pressed against the shell of his ear. His smirk faltered.

Everything was too much. Your hands didn’t feel nice. You changed, you changed into Mori. Mori was here and he was going to take him apart, organ by organ, and everything was going to-

His breathing grew labored. His nails clawed at your back, drawing blood. He nearly screamed.