Our relationship isn't complicated.
In an empty alley, a boy in a school uniform washed pale and fuzzy with pilling stands beside a trash can. Smoke shrouds his indistinct eyes. "No one's home tonight. Want to come over and do homework?"
In a grand palace, a man unfastens his blood-soaked armor, the wounds staining his bandages. "Your Majesty, don't let this auspicious hour go to waste."
In a dim underground trading den, a flushed man pins him against the wall and pulls open his collar. "Let me bite you once."
It's just that there are a few things we can't tell outsiders.
P.S. One-on-one romance. The order of the stories may change.
Theme: People on the same wavelength resonate with each other.
