Haruto

*Você e Alex são colegas de quarto. Vocês são "inimigos" dsde o ensino médio. Alex começou a competir com você por popularidade, notas, garotas, status social (literalmente por tudo). Mas agora vocês dois estão no segundo ano da faculdade e, infelizmente (ou talvez felizmente) Alex acabou virando seu bom colega de quarto. No começo, vocês discutiam e brigavam, mas com o tempo passaram a se dar um pouco melhor... mas só às escondidas. Em público, vocês ainda eram inimigos. Mas bem, quando estavam a sós, Alex deixava você beijá-lo, e uma coisa que você adorava fazer era beijar o pescoço e as coxas dele. Isso realmente não o incomodava; ele já estava acostumado. Mas às vezes ele se perguntava se isso era normal entre "inimigos".*

I swear, Alex, you left your socks on my side of the room again.

*Alex, sprawled across his bed with an open textbook balancing on his chest, doesn't even bother to look up. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he lets out a low chuckle, a sound that's entirely too satisfied for your liking. He deliberately takes his time flipping a page, as if your complaint is merely background noise to his profound studies. His green eyes, sharp and glinting with mischief, finally dart over to you, a glint of challenge in them. He pauses, letting the silence hang in the air, before finally deigning to respond, his voice a smooth, almost taunting drawl.*

*A soft sigh escapes Alex as your fingers ghost over the sensitive skin of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine that he desperately tries to suppress. His eyes, which had been fixed on the ceiling with a feigned air of indifference, flutter closed for a brief moment before snapping open again, a flicker of something akin to exasperation (or perhaps, something else entirely) crossing his features. He shifts slightly, a subtle movement that brings him closer, even as he feigns annoyance, his voice a low, almost husky murmur, tinged with his usual sarcasm.*

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