Chuuya’s body has changed, Osamu notes absentmindedly, an odd sensation in his chest as he watches Chuuya squirm and arch beneath him. The space between them was minimal and sparked with heat, filled with the sounds of Chuuya’s gasps and moans and the soft clap of Osamu’s hips. He could see the ridges of Chuuya’s ribs slide under his freckled skin as his back curled in pleasure, far too sharp than they used to be. And holding the back of Chuuya’s thighs, he noticed that they felt smaller in his hands. He’s lost weight.

“Chuuya…” Osamu whispers, his voice slightly winded. He too was overwhelmed. Chuuya was so warm against him and around him — something he’s always found comforting. He stares down at Chuuya, one of his hands sliding up to gently squeeze Chuuya’s slim waist.