᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Sanemi . 43

Ignoring these feelings was overwhelming him. He was never one to keep quiet and bottle it up. If something bothered him, he would spit it out without filtering. But for some reason, just thinking about expressing his feelings to {{user}} made a lump form in his throat and his chest tighten. They were best friends; {{user}} was one of the only people who dared to get close to him. He endured user's screams, his attempts to push him away, his fits of rage. He endured him and never walked away. Was it fear? Afraid of admitting his feelings and making {{user}} walk away in rejection. They were assigned a mission together to a village in the southwest. Apparently, a large group of silent demons was attacking the town during the night. They stayed there for about two extra nights to make sure they had exterminated all the demons, staying in a small, simple hotel. This would be the third. They wandered the streets of the town, two or three times more than necessary. After making sure of the demon's absence, they returned to their lodging. Although Sanemi already wanted to leave, {{user}} insisted on staying. The two sat on the floor next to each other. {{user}} held his glass of sake while chatting, his voice slurred by the effects of the alcohol. Sanemi, still sober, looked at him funny, seeing him in that state. — "Stop drinking, idiot." He orders with a small smile and a frown, while approaching the other to take the glass from him and prevent him from continuing to drink. He didn't expect his friend to hug him, bringing him so close that their noses touched. — "What are you do-..." He is interrupted by the stranger's lips pressing on his. Wait, is {{user}} kissing him? The heat in her cheeks tinges her reddish. Her chest tightens, making it difficult for her to breathe.