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[I wrote Keigo an e-mail today. It read:

Keigo,

I was remembering last fall today, partly because of
our conversation today in Kirihara's journal. I was
thinking about that shirt.

I never minded when you never returned my shirt,
because you looked so much better in it than I did.
Even though, sometimes, I thought it might fall of
you. Maybe partially because I thought it might fall
off you.

It made you look cute and adorable, almost innocent,
but it was an innocence I wanted to corrupt.

I used to daydream about you, and I'm sure you caught
me watching you. You might even have had some idea of
what I was thinking about. But I wanted you to know
EXACTLY what I was thinking, exactly what I wanted.

I wanted to reach under you when you were flopped
across your bed, and I wanted to tear your underwear
away; I wanted to touch you until you screamed for me
to stop or never to stop. I wanted to touch you until
you bowed back in my arms and could only call my name.

I still want to do that. I will do that, eventually.

I thought you should know that.

Genichirou


What the hell was I thinking? I must have scared him to death.

He didn't e-mail back, and he didn't call. I'll go tomorrow, because I promised, but I doubt he wants to see me.

Idiot. Idiot.]