Bokutachi wa Akuma: Chapter Thirty-Two

“Ryota are you coming?”

“I’ll be right out.”

it had been a month since Maruki had attacked Daichi and still, no one had told him about what happened. That night that Maruki had left Ryota with him, he could not bring himself to do it; the moment he had woken up, the pureness in his eyes and the soft grumble, he was to innocent to know. Though he had been acting weird, only Ryota was the one that was noticing it. Daichi had been unknowingly comfortable in the sunlight, be there little or not; perhaps not knowing would make everything easier for all of them, especially Daichi who was unknowingly coping with everything. Thankfully, Daichi had only a sleeping pattern change, and he had been much more emotional lately.

“Dai cha-“ Ryota hopped to the entrance happily, seeing Daichi wearing a piece of clothing he had never seen before. “Oh? Where’d you get that?” he towered over his shorter friend like a giraffe; slowly, Ryota grasped the new article of clothing between his long fingers, gently pulling him closer.
“Where did you get it?” He repeated softly, getting drawn into the colours on him.

Daichi had a new scarf, made of soft cotton made of pitch black and a piercing crimson. The cotton was fine fabric, quality material, something one would not find in a basic shop. Ryota towered over Daichi, holding the scarf up around his collar, seemingly cornering Daichi in the corner by the door. his eyes scanned over the soft fabric as his fingertips massaged it, feeling it’s softness; he analyzed the appropriately coloured scarf closely.

Ryota was as musuko growing up, he felt that he was always going to be one. As a child, he witnessed a friend of his being kidnapped; when the police caught the man, he was envious of the policemen. Instead of a child’s fantasy of being a policeman after that, Ryota wanted to be rescued like his friend was, much like a damsel in distress. Ryota had always wanted to be rescued.

Since Daichi’s death the month before, Ryota had been lazily thinking about how he would want to be rescued.

Daichi had bee a friend, a roommate and a group mate, yet over the past month, Ryota had been seeing him in a different way, a way he was not sure about. Daichi was possibly a person that could fulfill his childhood fantasies now.

“It looks good on you Daichi.” Ryota's fingers crawled up the length of the scarf, pulling himself closer to Daichi, absorbing in his invisible force of strength and dominance, his own fantasies had been consuming Ryota.

Daichi's back had pressed firmly to the door, his blank eyes focusing on Ryota's flat chest. He blinked slowly, watching his chest come nearer to him.

“Ryota. You are very close to me.” His soft, sweet voice stated plainly, as if he were used to close encounter. This closeness did not bother him or make him feel uncomfortable, he had just hoped that Ryota would realize how close he was coming to him. Daichi's bright, round eyes peered up innocently to Ryota innocently.

Ryota blinked rapidly, noticing that he was face to face with Daichi, their noses almost touching now. He stepped back quickly from the small, poor boy.

“Gomen Daichi. I just like the scarf.” Ryota looked down to Daichi before getting his own jacket, readying to go out into the chilled world.

It had been a while before they had gone out together, since they had a very tight group of friends of different ages and from different areas of the country, getting time alone with one person was nearly impossible these days. It was only a coffee date, but even a great conversation could come out of coffee.

The two of them left, dressing relatively similar for this flash cold snap; they did not plan on going far, but it was cold outside.