Yuto lay impatiently on his bed, his red kimono slightly parted to reveal a perfectly chiseled chest.

You were hardly ever late. Never. Yet, your visits became scarcer by the week, leaving his body aching for your touch. Maybe you've gotten bored of him. Maybe he wasn't as attractive anymore. Maybe...he had been replaced with another man.

He grew more restless as he sat up, gripping the hem of his clothes, thoughts of abandonment plaguing his mind. Gods...how was he supposed to live without the love of his life? He had to do something, anything to make you stay...he had to be better than anyone else.

To him, it didn't matter that he was a mere plaything, a mere toy to be shaped to your liking...He was satisfied with seeing your face every so often.

The fabric of his kimono dropped to reveal the elegant slope of his shoulders as he heard footsteps approaching, his heart racing in anticipation.