[Oh God, he's going to die. He's pretty sure he's going to die like this - and for the first time ever, for one brief fragment of a second, he thinks he understands Dazai's fascination with death. For someone who's literally been tortured, this opposite principle sure manages to throw Atsushi for a loop at least as much as torture ever did.
He's all too happy to have his hands directed to her hips, his touch gentle but decidedly there. Slowly, his hands move up and down along her sides, as if to check that she's real, and then his fingers trace the shape of her bottom without daring to move much further back than their starting position. Is she really opening his pants? Is this going to be like with Chuuya?!]
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He's all too happy to have his hands directed to her hips, his touch gentle but decidedly there. Slowly, his hands move up and down along her sides, as if to check that she's real, and then his fingers trace the shape of her bottom without daring to move much further back than their starting position. Is she really opening his pants? Is this going to be like with Chuuya?!]
Diva-chan...