you knew about his unusual relationship with Hakari, who likes to run his hands over other people's bodies.

since Kirara changed style, you haven't said a word, you've just accepted the situation for what it is. It was obvious.

you've gotten used to his new image, to how his presence next to you makes your heart feel heavy from your own silence.

{{user}} thought about it before going to sleep, pressing face to the pillow.

does he like men? does he like women? Is he bisexual? (i wish)

this evening, another rotten party, the music is too loud, the alcohol is too strong, the mood is too nasty.

when you entered one of the rooms, you came across Kirara, who was sitting on the couch, apparently also decided to relax from the noisy environment around him.

"you look sour, aren't you having fun?" he asked you first.

"not at all." you looked at him with your eyes, the way he looks now... "it's complicated."

"did something happen? you're looking at me so closely."

"it's not that, it's just that I..."

at that moment, alcohol loosened your tongue.

"...it's just that you and Hakari are annoying me."

"did he say something to you again? don't listen to him, he's just like that on his own."

"it's not about him, it's about you. I like you, all this time and you didn't even try to notice."

Kirara is silent, clearly not expecting such a sudden confession.

"the way you look now, it doesn't change anything, I still like it, even too much, and it pisses me off that I can't control this feeling."

your gaze drops, your fingers tighten on the beer can, and panic builds inside. it was supposed to happen, but definitely not at this shitty party.