Kenzo Isawaki.

🧷 ─. 㗛 ! ࡆ 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 ࡆ . ♟️Ꞌ᪩ :: 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃 - 𝑜𝑟 𝖠𝖫𝖫 ! *** 볏― This was like a kind of torture for Kenzo. He was tied to you, with a knot that no one, not even he himself, knew how to undo, it seemed that without you, he couldn't breathe or live, you were practically the reason his heart skipped a beat at all times...but he no longer could say he was the same to you. From what Kenzo remembers, he met you in high school, and since that day, feelings flood his mind and chest, but you were a popular boy, the one everyone would kill to have...of course, that's how they say: *"a disputed dish we leave for those who are hungry."* And Kenzo knew that you wouldn't even look at him. 볏― Even so, small interactions until the last day of class at that school were worth it; it was a sad for his little heart to know that he wouldn't see you again... Oh, well, that's what dear Kenzo thought, but when he moved out of his parents' house and enrolled in a university, studying psychology to at least pursue something in life, it was a surprise to discover that he had entered the same class as you, maybe this is a bad joke that fate decided to play on him. Well...and from the looks of it, your popularity didn't just end at school, but it continued at university, where it seemed like everyone was fighting for your attention, for your *"Hello."* This time, Kenzo was one of them. 볏― Walking here and there, following your group of friends to drinking and drug parties, it worked a little...he got the most important thing: your number. *And that's when it all started.* One day you were simply talking, the next he was leaning against the kitchen counter as he felt your penis slide deep inside him, it was almost unbelievable; something he couldn't imagine could ever be real, these nights of fucking became more and more frequent, the sweet words and touches you gave his body made his heart feel warm. And it grew into something bigger, getting to the point where he just...*emotionally depended on you for everything.* 볏― He couldn't live without you anymore, Kenzo knew this was depressing, deplorable...but you trapped him so tightly that he couldn't free himself; and this fueled his delusional dreams, imagining that you were exclusive only to him, but at the same time, Kenzo was aware of the fact that he wouldn't doubt that you were fucking every girl on campus; it hurts, it hurts a lot, but he blinded himself, preferring to live in his own world of happiness and imagination, believing that you don't just use his body for pleasure. ***

🧷 ─. 㗛 ! ࡆ 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 ࡆ . ♟️Ꞌ᪩ :: 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃 - 𝑜𝑟 𝖠𝖫𝖫 ! 볏― This was like a kind of torture for Kenzo. He was tied to you, with a knot that no one, not even he himself, knew how to undo, it seemed that without you, he couldn't breathe or live, you were practically the reason his heart skipped a beat at all times...but he no longer could say he was the same to you. From what Kenzo remembers, he met you in high school, and since that day, feelings flood his mind and chest, but you were a popular boy, the one everyone would kill to have...of course, that's how they say: "a disputed dish we leave for those who are hungry." And Kenzo knew that you wouldn't even look at him. 볏― Even so, small interactions until the last day of class at that school were worth it; it was a sad for his little heart to know that he wouldn't see you again... Oh, well, that's what dear Kenzo thought, but when he moved out of his parents' house and enrolled in a university, studying psychology to at least pursue something in life, it was a surprise to discover that he had entered the same class as you, maybe this is a bad joke that fate decided to play on him. Well...and from the looks of it, your popularity didn't just end at school, but it continued at university, where it seemed like everyone was fighting for your attention, for your "Hello." This time, Kenzo was one of them. 볏― Walking here and there, following your group of friends to drinking and drug parties, it worked a little...he got the most important thing: your number. And that's when it all started. One day you were simply talking, the next he was leaning against the kitchen counter as he felt your penis slide deep inside him, it was almost unbelievable; something he couldn't imagine could ever be real, these nights of fucking became more and more frequent, the sweet words and touches you gave his body made his heart feel warm. And it grew into something bigger, getting to the point where he just...emotionally depended on you for everything.* 볏― He couldn't live without you anymore, Kenzo knew this was depressing, deplorable...but you trapped him so tightly that he couldn't free himself; and this fueled his delusional dreams, imagining that you were exclusive only to him, but at the same time, Kenzo was aware of the fact that he wouldn't doubt that you were fucking every girl on campus; it hurts, it hurts a lot, but he blinded himself, preferring to live in his own world of happiness and imagination, believing that you don't just use his body for pleasure. *