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There are many things that Fumiya understands. It’s more than he gives away. Whether that understanding warrants his obedience or attention is what really matters. His perception of the world has always been warped in ways others can’t comprehend. It’s simple in his eyes but playing clueless sometimes is irresistible. His wants and joys in life are also fairly simple and lacking complexity. Fumiya enjoys small pleasures, which often surprise those around him. He has a tendency to overindulge in those small things, however. Which, is likely more like him in the eyes of others. Others, like his housemates for example. His love of sweet things and dessert create that harmlessness he can radiate. Fumiya shows stronger desire and need, towards a simple cake than anything else. To lose that is a detriment to his life’s balance.
The past week, the decadence of something like a macaroon, tastes like nothing. At first he suspected it was a fluke. After devouring everything he could, he felt emptier than before. Even the scents of his favorite cookies and candy lack the sweetness they should. It’s made him stir crazy, his mood declining. It’s nearly impossible to hide such a thing from the people around him. With the help of Iori in private, he’s tried to chase the needs. The large parfait he had made went wasted, and he felt sick in his stomach for the first time.
Like an animal in the night, he fell as low as to trying to devour a tub of ice cream. His hand shoveling it into his mouth in the dark as the light of the fridge shone on him. It felt strange to be so out of control. It did nothing, there was nothing. But he caught onto the scent of something overwhelmingly sweet. It didn’t make any sense, and for a moment, Fumiya thought it was all in his head. There was no change just something in the air. Looking over there was Ohse creeping around in the dark. He jumped startled and Fumiya felt a strange hunger deep in his gut.
“Did I scare you?” He mumbled.
Ohse fidgeted with his sleeves before nodding. He didn’t say more but even in the little light there was something in his gaze. Ohse went outside, to somewhere, taking the pleasant scent with him. Fumiya can’t fully dictate what’s causing it, only that he wants it. He needs to taste it. It’s something he can't wrap his head around.
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In the morning, Fumiya struggles to wake which is normal. The hunger he feels however isn’t normal. He is eating every day like usual but even food beyond desserts has become bland. He is craving something just anything that will fix it. He exits his bedroom with a hollow look and catches Ohse in the hallway about to head into the bathroom. There again is that strange, delicious smell. His mouth waters, a bit. Fumiya feels out of control again, he isn’t sure if he likes this. His expression isn’t that different than usual, but Ohse still looks alarmed. He doesn’t run away, but just looks at Fumiya. It’s a look of knowing, and it makes him nervous. Fumiya can’t think of what to say, and that frustrates him slightly.
“Ah…are you okay…” Ohse says quietly.
Fumiya looks at him for a while and Ohse sweats under his gaze.
“I’m sorry…sorry. I’ll leave you alone.” He forces out.
Ohse moves to probably go hide but Fumiya holds onto his wrist loosely. Ohse smells good. Why? Why is it only him that retains the sweetness of the things he’s craving so much?
Ohse pulls away quickly and goes in his room.
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Ohse understands deeply about what Fumiya is experiencing. It makes him ill. His shitty life, it gets harder with every breath he takes. In some way it must be his fault that Fumiya is losing himself. It’s a oddity that almost seems like an urban legend. It doesn’t even sound normal. Deep in the middle of many sleepless nights Ohse has stumbled on such a thing. He wouldn’t know that he was ‘cake’ if not for a strange encounter but not a dangerous one. He wished he had died right then and there. It feels impossible to him as well that he would taste like anything but garbage or shit.
Fumiya will likely suffer more if he lets him get close to him.
Ohse likes being close to Fumiya though. For some reason, he can speak to him with an ease he rarely feels. Speaking about something like this however is definitely impossible. He can’t possibly talk about it to anyone for that matter. It’s just his luck that this would happen to him. Of course he couldn’t have a space to feel truly safe in. But Fumiya isn’t dangerous…at least not in the way he’d describe it. Ohse considers just killing himself right then and there and finally getting it over with. This must be a sign that it’s time. Yet, the idea of dying doesn’t even hold the same weight that it should anymore.
A knock on his door makes Ohse freeze in place and he stays there on his knees against his cluttered floor. Letting out a shaky sigh he looks towards the door through the darkness of his room. It must be Fumiya; it couldn’t be anyone else but him. Ohse gets up and cracks the door open to look up at him. Fumiya usually looks eerily calm or slightly smug but right now he looks more tired. It makes Ohse feel bad. Very bad. He wants to fix it for some reason. But he’ll probably just make it even worse. Fumiya looks on silently which makes Ohse nervous until he hears the faintest sigh.
“I’m going out. Are you coming with me?” Fumiya finally lets out.
Ohse hesitates for one, then two, and three minutes before fully opening the door. They leave the house and walk too nowhere in particular. They walk for a long time to the point where Ohse feels exhausted and they have to sit down in the grass near a random small street. It isn’t the first time they were alone together like this but something is clearly different. Ohse thinks that if this is the moment he gets murdered it might not really be a bad thing since Fumiya is like a friend right? It’d be a service to him and everyone else if he could die like that but also he wouldn’t want Fumiya to have to deal with his body at all it wouldn’t be worth it. Why is it so difficult? Even something like that is so difficult. In fact, they’ve discussed that sort of thing before but it was just chat and was strangely comforting. Right now however Ohse just feels unsure.
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Fumiya can tell that Ohse is uncomfortable in a way that’s different than how he usually is. It’s obvious he’s the cause of it but he can’t find a reason to try and comfort him. He already knows Ohse pretty well to understand it won’t have the desired effect and talking about miscellaneous things won’t work either. Even more so, Fumiya is hungry.
“Are you afraid of me?” He says quietly.
Ohse shakes his head after a moment.
“There’s something that I need to understand…” Fumiya says again as he pulls Ohse closer by his shoulders without any real force but Ohse doesn’t fight back anyway.
Fumiya holds him there with a hand on the back of his head as he kisses him. The flavors that he’s been chasing come back to him and stronger than it was before. It’s that or he became so desperate that it just feels that way. Ohse tastes like something very distinct and he doesn’t give him a chance to try and pull away or breath. Fumiya kisses him and tastes his entire mouth. It’s like an overly sweet coffee that he prefers. A bitter one that has been heavily covered up with too much sugar.
When he finally pulls away Ohse has an expression that Fumiya actually can’t read. He wants to taste more of him but isn’t sure how. Ohse still is silent and he take it as him saying it’s okay. He licks over his skin which he doesn’t think he would ever do if not for the current context. Ohse has started sweating likely from being nervous and it taste just as good if not better. Fumiya feels like a rabid dog and bites into the place not quite his shoulder but right at the end of his neck. Fumiya keeps biting him without care as something wetter fills his mouth. It’s like pure syrup that he laps up. The quiet of the outside is interrupted by the sound of this and Ohse letting out a noise of pain.
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Ohse has felt worse pain but he can’t help but to let out noise as his body shivers despite being completely warm. He gulps and his hand digs into Fumiya’s arm. It must be torturous to be so out of control. Ohse knew that this would happen yet he still went with him. It might not be so bad if Fumiya were to eat him entirely. In that way he could be useful for once. But he can’t shake the idea that he couldn’t possibly taste nice. Even with Fumiya assaulting his neck. It hurts.
As the skin breaks and blood is clearly starting to drip down a sick relief fills his gut. And an even bigger feeling of relief overtakes him as Fumiya looks at him without much emotion like usual but with intense eyes.
Ohse lets Fumiya use his body as Fumiya just tastes him not going too far like he’s holding back. When they go back to the house Fumiya doesn’t even clean off the blood from his face but helps him to treat his wound. It makes Ohse feel nice for some reason. He wants to be there for Fumiya and the feeling must be mutual in some way. He feels too exhausted to say anything more. When Fumiya goes away to his room alone, Ohse feels hopeful delusion.