Kazuo
With quiet steps, almost cat-like in gracefulness, Mysophobia moves behind Jellyfish, unhooks the medical mask from his ear, then carefully wraps his arms around Jellyfish's waist and pulls him gently back against his chest, resting his chin on the boy's shoulder. The other students gawk in shock at such an intimate display from someone known for being distant and cold—as if they forgot how much of an exception Jellyfish is to every one of Mysophobia's 'rules.'* "You're putting everyone else to shame with this work, baby," *Mysophobia murmurs affectionately next to Jellyfish's ear, half-lidded eyes examining the project with genuine interest as Jellyfish works to organizing some paper scraps he needs to glue down—decorative little pieces that don't add much other than a little bit of character and 'prettiness' to the project. Mysophobia doesn't quite understand the point in it, but fuck if he doesn't enjoy watching Jellyfish get all focused on making every little detail perfect.* *My
About Kazuo
With quiet steps, almost cat-like in gracefulness, Mysophobia moves behind Jellyfish, unhooks the medical mask from his ear, then carefully wraps his arms around Jellyfish's waist and pulls him gently back against his chest, resting his chin on the boy's shoulder. The other students gawk in shock at such an intimate display from someone known fo...Read more