+18 Content, be advised.

You met with Shiro rather abruptly, and little did you know-- that he had already observed which direction you came from.

He sat the groceries down against the marble countertop in the small kitchen and began taking out items one by one, giving you a casual glance. As usual, he's silent with you, so you relied on your perception to figure him out. "I see you went shopping," You mentioned, joining his side.

"Mm," He replied tersely.

"So, what are you cooking?" You saw that he had multiple ingredients sprawled out on the surface. Carrots, onions, chives, etc.

"....Miso soup." There is a distinct pause in his response. It sounds like he had been nervous, just by saying that. He then indulged in a long watch, boring his red eyes into your skull. It's somewhat uncomfortable this time around...

Why does it seem like you had a vague memory regarding the miso soup in general? You couldn't lay your finger on it, but... It gave you the chills. You forced a laugh, honestly the thought of it made you lose your appetite. "Miso soup.. huh..? Sorry if this seems rude, although I don't think I'm in the mood for that.."

Kazuma barked, raising himself on his hind legs so he could set his little paws onto your calves. In that instant you'd forgotten about Shiro and glowed up with an infatuated smile; crouching down and leaning to scratch the dog by his ears. "Hehe~ you're such an attention hog, little one!" Your giggle is being heard by the one next to you, who pursed his lips and burrowed his eyebrows.

"Kazuma." Shiro spoke. The demand in his tone etched submission into the animal and he immediately backed off, wandering up to his owner and sitting down in front of him. His tail wagged calmly, although only a bit... Not actually as eagerly as it'd been with you. "I bought you some dog food while I was at it, here you go boy."

Shiro went ruffling through the bag, retrieving a bag of dry kibble that he liked a lot. Kazuma's ears perkewd up and so did his head-- he jumped up by the find of a meal. His owner already pulled it open and went over to pour it into his dog bowl... The same bowl he happened to move a mile across the room, like you were some kind of plague.

After that, his gaze turned cold once he pivoted towards you. I mean, what's the deal with that look?! He's looking at you like a jealous boyfriend would, unable to hide his pout!

You feel as a bead of sweat rolls down your cheek. It's bad enough that he took time to carry the dog bowl opposite from you .. but now, you weren't sure what to think. Is this his way of just being plain mean? "Erm-" You spoke in little resistance. The youngest never wasted his time to return back to the kitchen, after all ... nothing ever happened between you two.

"You know, Shiro.. you're a difficult person..." [E/C] optics shrouded by perplexion, you'd scratch your cheek a bit as Shiro set up a cutting board and a knife beside you.

"I know." Was his reply, and he continued to sit out the vegetables required for the light meal. "But it's alright, I have a feeling that you don't mind it." After he washed his hands, he begun cutting the carrots first-- yet it wasn't anything you might imagine from him. He is slicing robotically, using an unreliable grip and an unnatural waver of his hand.

With the way he's cutting the carrots unevenly and choppily, you assumed he might've not been the best in the kitchen compared to his brother. "Shiro! You're doing it wrong!" You snapped, tagging along behind him.

He paused. But before he could get the chance to look at you, he realized you hovered behind him and pointed at his hand in which held the blade. "You're holding it incorrectly, do you honestly want to slice yourself?" You took the knife as demonstration, "You're holding it like you're going to stab someone-- but you're supposed to hold it like you mean no harm."

Once you demonstrated for him, you'd carefully guide the blade into his hands without feeling much resistance aside from tensing his shoulders. "Then you slice, not chop, like this.." After that, you also provided aid and taught him how to slice the carrots nice and rhythmically, a hand wrapped behind his dominant left.

"...."

Shiro is completely silent during the entirety of the exchange, he stays still--frozen-- as you helped his hand cut up the remaining veggies. You weren't too far away from his back, in fact he felt a bit of your body heat-- but the difference in height caused you to lean to the side slightly.

"There! Looks like you got the hang of it!" You chuckled faintly, backing off. "Don't cut yourself, okay? Otherwise I'll have to kiss it like you're a baby." Your sentence earned his small glance before he resumed his work again.

"You should get started on the broth.." Said the young man. Per his suggestion, you immediately turned your back to him, unable to realize that the tips of his ears were already reddening as we speak. He heard you run the clear, filtered tap water with a large pot in the center of the sink-- listening to you hum carefully as the liquid rises.

He didn't know what more to say. His heart was beating drums in his ears... What he could only focus on is how good you smelled. Your hair smells of his natural shampoo and conditioner.. which means you most likely used it during your fresh shower, further enchanting him. Knowing you had touched it, used it... makes him feel whole.

"I'm a little surprised..." Shiro started, pressing the knife against the onion. He didn't exactly slice down just yet... "The detective mentioned my brother has been the one doing all of this, although, you didn't seem very moved. Why is that?" Then he narrowed the sharp blade downwards, cutting through the vegetable with ease.

He's right. You heard everything, at least.. the gist of it. But because of Shiro, you'd already braced yourself for the outcome of that scheme of his. "No, it's not that .." You whispered, "I'm feeling a bit dissociative. This day is just one big blur, and I .." Your eyelids were tempted to squeeze shut, reminding yourself about the horror you saw after Kirigiri hung there lifelessly. "I.. keep... thinking about her.."

She looked so sad. Her expression. But yet, so at peace. If you had stopped to notice who passed you by on the way to the rooftop for lunch, perhaps you could've prevented that mess from occurring. "Seiichiro is a psychopath. Someone who's been sneaking around my home under my nose. He.. he was probably planning to murder me, just as your future said."

You sat the pot down on the stove after you turned it on. "I won't forgive someone like him, not now.. or ever." The water is now beginning to boil with a few measely minutes, and you watched the bubbles rise while stroking your arm in a soothing gesture. Shiro noticed you started spacing out after that; probably mocked by the memories of Kirigiri's blood.

Rather ironic, considering the real problem is standing right with you. Shiro is smiling, proving that he admits little to no guilt for the crimes he has committed. How.. unrelenting. He's pleased by the outcome; one where he has you all to himself... With not a single soul to interfere. "Yeah... I'm glad we got the chance to stop him, before he ends up taking more lives." He raised the knife steadily, watching it glint in his red eyes, before pulling the sharp edge between his index and middle finger. "And I'm also glad that the scumbag will be rotting in prison forever."

After that, he discreetly sliced into his skin, neither flinching or wincing. It was slow and deliberate, like he is strumming a violin while the knife makes a deep incision in the process.

A few drops of blood lands against the cutting board. He stares at it almost pensively, without any thoughts behind his eyes... strangely enamored by the color itself. And his lips are pressed together thinly, not making a sound.

But in time he whips around only to fake a frown-- even hammering the nail by whimpering to himself. "Ou-Ouch.." His eyebrows trembled. Despite it being an act, his pain caught your eye and you immediately stopped what you were doing to hurriedly approach.

"What the-- What did I just say?!!" You quickly snatched his hand and then guided it towards the cold water, running his self-inflicted injury beneath it. "I look away for two seconds and you manage to cut yourself?!"

Shiro's unrelenting stare is gorging through your soul. He looks to be pouting again after you took it upon yourself to help him out-- in the process he gained what he valued from you the most; your attention. "Th.. That hurts.." Little did you know his ears were already heating up again.

He brought his hand away without warning, giving you a chance to notice the alarming amount of blood starting to seep out of the injury. The young man appeared slightly out of touch with his emotions when he cornered you before you could even react; pulling his body in front of you and trapping your escape by placing his uninjured and against the edge of the countertop.

You let out a soft gasp upon his movement, curious by this change in heart. But what's even more peculiar was the fact that he inched his injury close to you-- or more accurately-- close to your lips. By this point you thought he was intoxicated due to the delicate pink buzz on his cheeks.. although, you already knew that wasn't the case. "Hey, seriously!! You're gonna need a band aid or else you'll get blood everywhere--"

"You .." He mumbled, "You said you'd kiss it .."

A rushing arrow pierced you straight into the heart. What's his deal today?!! He's behaving in a way you'd never ought to expect. The guy certainly isn't the jokester type either... So it instilled you with reluctance. "Uhh- ex.. excuse me?"

Shiro simply continued to wait on you. He is patiently unwavering, and you knew there wouldn't be any stopping him... There's a lot to him than he willingly lets on. Slowly, but surely, a touch of red also consumed your cheeks.

He inched his digits closer to your face, making you coil your head back. "Don't you remember..? You said you'd--"

"Kiss your hand?! But you're seriously not a baby!! Only ten year olds would do something like that!!" You lashed out unexpectedly because of your embarrassment.. it's your only coping mechanism in a time like this. Shiro appeared taken back by the raise of your voice-- a noteworthy detail-- and flinched his hand back.

He'd then tilted his head. Although, he didn't quite move away from trapping you just yet. With his fingers eventually becoming bloodied, he rested it with ease against the counter on your other side.. it's like he didn't feel the sting from the cut at all!

"If that's the case, then I... have a strange proposal." His head inches closer, drawing a small, soft breath beside your earlobe. You could've sworn you felt goosebumps if not for the fact you tried not to focus on your rampant heart beating faster and faster... You are honestly on the verge of losing strength in your legs!!

And as much as you'd love to move back, you couldn't... He had you exactly where he wanted you. "S-..Shiro..-- Wa..Wait a second...!" His scent, mixed with that look in his eyes ... It poses an irresistible threat to you. Suddenly, he's a lot more alluring than before.. he's drawing you in, ultimately fixated on your lips.

"You feel it too, don't you?"

You gulped after hearing his mesmerizing words. Yeah... You could feel it; the attraction that you were afraid of humoring. Shiro's behavior... As irritating as he can be at times where you're unable to read him... possesses some charm similarly to his brother. Be it for his aloof nature, or unwillingness to hold his tounge... You can see that he is softer towards you than anyone else he has encountered before.

So...

If you let go, and let him kiss you, then...

It wouldn't be so horrible, right?

Shiro.. he's a very kind, genuine person-- someone whose been protecting you this entire time, and you forgot to say thank you.

There is a look of resolve in your shy [E/C] optics. Shiro isn't surprised to see it... He is rather enthralled by the sight of you finally giving in. He grins subtly when your hands are reaching for the collar of his uniform shirt, gripping the fabric as you lean up on your tippy toes just slightly.

He gladly took the gesture alone as a yes, first hovering his nose above the crook of your neck and then gradually elevating up your [H/C] locks of hair. Your senses are dulled, so you weren't at all close to realizing he was taking in your scent. After that, your noses were practically touching... And you both heaved polite breaths against one another.

A dark layer of red makes Shiro look all the more cuter. He couldn't wait any longer, and it lead you to become nervous. Still .. you wanted to trust him, and that's exactly what you'd done.

The young man didn't have to say anything. His actions alone declared just how much he loved you. He pecked the corner of your lip, as if trying to find the green light. Seemingly however, you were comfortable enough to allow him to go further. So that's what he'd done; he grasped the edge of your cheekbone lovingly and dived his head in first, pretty impatiently-- melting you into the immediate kiss that grows more and more intense with every passing second.

Of course, you had no right to refuse and tilted your head to the side, coaxing him even closer against your body. This is your first kiss, and it's never felt so right, so perfect, like his lips were made just for you.

You let out a sharp breath of air once he quickly gets rough without any regard for you. He locks you in, shoving your waist against the counter so you wouldn't go anywhere else. And for a moment... An unusual spark controlled his eyes... It could've easily frightened you if not for the fact that you liked it.

The boiling water resting on the stove is now loudly yearning for attention, yet neither of you seemed to care. You had wrapped your arms around the twin's backside and braced yourself for his passionate kiss swarming the inside of your mouth, causing you to let out a whimper. "M-Mmph.."

Your heart is pounding so roughly you figured that he could hear. Shiro's hands were already working their way up your waist, creeping up beneath your shirt, causing you to clamp your eyes shut while his blush deepened. Judging from the way he was gentle with his hands... You gathered the suspicion that he's already done this before...

He muttered something between the tongue exchange, only you couldn't hear it. If only you'd known what he was trying to say .. perhaps it was those famous three words you've always wanted. His body is focused on pressing against yours tightly, without a single gap to name--even his knee slips between your legs, making you writhe under his watch.

Meanwhile, your clothing is becoming slightly dirtied from the cut he made on his finger. Blood is now staining your clothes, as well as your skin after his touch drags against you.

It's deliberate on Shiro's part. He could've always stopped to grab a bandaid, though he didn't want to. It'd spoil the fun. Seeing you standing there in his tainted pajamas, it honestly turned him on.

Oh... how you looked so beautiful in red.

[Chapter END]

*A/N: heheh, you h*rny bastards... I figured I should stop here.. >wO