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Yusuke Kitigawa had been called a lot of things in his almost 22 years on this Earth- eccentric, talented, failure, creepy… but Ren Amamiya was the only one who said Yusuke was the love of his life. Ren didn’t give a damn about Yuskue’s fame or more eccentric proclivities. And now he was dead.

Yusuke thought he was dying when the detective (had Sai been her name?) had said that Ren had taken the fall for all of them, saying he targeted ‘weak’ individuals who would be easy to target. His plan worked, the other Phantom Thieves got off with probation and community service, and none of their names were released to the public.

But Ren had paid the ultimate price. After the detective questioning him had left, the cameras were cut, and Ren and a police officer were found dead in the cell, shot and killed. It was ruled as a murder/suicide. Yusuke swore his heart had stopped. Ren was buried back home in the country, and a lot of the Phantoms only went maybe once or twice a year now, but not Yuskue. It had been five years since Rens death, and Yuskue still felt broken inside.

He stood by the gravestone, the cold breeze sending a shiver down his spine. The leaves around him rustled in a symphony of loneliness. He had tried to visit every week, but work and the fear of being recognized had made it difficult. Yuskue was still a celebrity, albeit a controversial one.

The words etched into the stone of Ren’s gravestone were simple, but they held a world of pain for Yusuke. "Ren Amamiya, a hero in the shadows." It was a phrase they had often used among themselves, a joke that had turned into a grim reminder. He traced the letters with his fingers, feeling the chill of the stone seep into his skin. The cold was a stark contrast to the warmth of the tears that trickled down his cheeks. He had come to accept that his tears would never run dry.

The cemetery was quiet, a place where whispers of the living mixed with the silent cries of the dead. Yusuke didn't mind the solitude; it was a place where he could let his guard down and be honest with himself. He thought about their last conversation, the one where Ren had told Yuskue that everything would be okay. He and Ren had shared their first, and last, kiss.

Now, kneeling by the grave, Yusuke pulled out a small flask from his pocket. It was a ritual he had picked up over the years. He took a deep swig of the whiskey, the warmth spreading through his body like a much-needed embrace. It burned down his throat, reminding him that despite the cold outside, there was a fire in his soul that hadn't been extinguished. He talked to the stone as if Ren could hear him, sharing his thoughts, his fears, and his regret.

Ah, the regret… The regret was like a constant shadow, a dark specter that followed him wherever he went. It whispered to him in the quiet moments of the night, taunting him with what-ifs and could-have-beens. What if he had seen the signs? What if he had stopped Ren from going through with his plan? Would he still be here, smiling that crooked smile, making terrible puns, and fighting alongside him? But Yusuke knew that changing the past was a futile endeavor. All he could do was honor the present and strive to make a future that Ren would be proud of.

He took a deep breath and wiped the tears from his cheeks. The whiskey had brought a moment of comfort, but now it was time to face reality. Yuskue stood up and placed the flask back into his pocket. He had to get back to the city, back to the life he had built since the Phantom Thieves had disbanded. A life that was a testament to their cause, but one that felt so empty without Ren.
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Yusuke rembered the first art piece he had unveiled after Ren’s death. People wondered who the boy was in the painting, but only the phantom thieves understood how close Ren really was, to all of them, in different ways.

As he walked back to the car, the crunch of gravel beneath his boots echoed through the stillness. The car was parked a few rows away, a sleek black sedan that blended with the shadows of the surrounding trees. He had picked it for its anonymity, a stark contrast to the vibrant personality that had been Ren's. He had picked the site, Ren’s parents couldn’t have given less of a damn if they tried. Sliding into the driver's seat, he felt the leather embrace him like a cold, indifferent lover.

The drive back to the city was a blur of lights and sounds that did nothing to fill the void in his chest. He had tried to keep busy, to lose himself in his work, but every brushstroke, every color chosen, was a silent tribute to Ren. His art had evolved, grown darker and more introspective, a reflection of the man he had become. The controversial nature of his new work had only added to his fame, but it was a fame that felt tainted by the loss that haunted him.

When Yusuke arrived at his apartment, he was greeted by the familiar embrace of solitude. The walls were adorned with masks from various cultures, a silent nod to their time in the Metaverse. They served as a stark reminder of the personas they had worn, the lives they had stolen, and the hearts they had changed. It was a grim reminder of their past, but it also brought him a strange comfort.

He kicked off his boots and tossed his coat over the chair, making a mental note to clean up later. The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the blinds, casting a ghostly pallor over the space. He walked over to the bookshelf and picked up a well-worn copy of Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment." It was a novel that had become a sort of bible to them, a tale of redemption and the lengths one would go to atone for their sins. Ren had loved it. (Ryuji had always teased Ren about that).

Yusuke’s hand hovered over the book, his thumb tracing the worn spine. He could almost feel Ren’s presence, the warmth of his spirit, the weight of his gaze, and the gentle pressure of his hand on his shoulder, urging him to keep going. It was in moments like these that Yusuke felt closest to him. He carried the book with him to the couch, the fabric cool against his skin as he sat down, and opened it to the page marked by a faded receipt. He had read this book countless times since Ren’s passing, but the words never lost their
impact.

Yusuke always wondered if he had confessed his love sooner, would his death have hurt less? Having time to be with Ren, to hold and adore him… Yusuke could only dream of it now.

He took another sip from the flask, the amber liquid warming his insides like a final whisper of hope. He knew he had to keep moving forward, for Ren’s sake. He couldn’t let the darkness consume him entirely. With a deep sigh, he closed the book and stood up, the leather of the couch sticking to his skin for a brief moment before releasing him. He walked over to the window and gazed out at the cityscape, the lights twinkling like a sea of stars. It was a sight that once inspired him, but now it felt like a cold, indifferent universe that had swallowed Ren whole.

The Phantom Thieves had been his family, and now they were scattered, each dealing with their own demons. They had promised to stay in touch, but time and fear had pushed them apart. Yusuke knew he needed to reach out, to reconnect with the people who had once been his confidants, his partners in crime. It was time to face the future together, to honor the past, and to ensure that Ren’s sacrifice wasn’t in vain.

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In a small, dimly lit apartment, a young man named Ren tossed and turned on his bed, lost in the throes of a nightmare. His sheets were damp with sweat, and his eyes darted rapidly under their lids, reflecting the chaos in his mind. His chest heaved with each panicked breath, and his heart raced like it was trying to escape the confines of his ribcage. The digital clock on the bedside table flipped over to 3:14 AM, casting a harsh, cold light across the room.

Ryuji, Ren's boyfriend, had grown accustomed to these nocturnal disturbances. He lay there, listening to the muffled cries that escaped Ren's trembling lips, his own sleep abandoned for the night. Gently, he reached out to pull Ren closer, wrapping his arms around him in a protective embrace. Ren's body stiffened and he woke abruptly.

Eyes wide with fear, Ren gasped for air, momentarily disoriented. It took a few seconds for reality to settle in, the cold grip of the nightmare loosening as he took in the familiar surroundings of their apartment. He looked up to find Ryuji's concerned gaze on him, the moonlight painting a soft blue tint across his features.

"You okay?" Ryuji whispered, stroking Ren's damp hair away from his forehead. "Another nightmare?"

Ren nodded, his voice still shaky. "It was so real," he murmured, trying to catch his breath. The dream had been a twisted replay of his darkest moments, when he'd been held captive by the corrupt cops who had framed him for a crime he didn't commit. The smell of their dingy station, the feel of cold steel on his wrists, the sound of their laughter echoing in the empty halls—it all felt like it had just happened.

Ren rubbed his wrists, the scars from the handcuffs faded but still there.

"You're safe," Ryuji assured him, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet room. "They can't hurt you anymore."

Ren nodded again, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to banish the images from his mind. The warmth of Ryuji's touch and the steady beat of his heart were anchors in the storm of his thoughts. Slowly, his breathing evened out, the panic receding like the tide. He leaned into the embrace, feeling the strength of the man who had stood by him through the trials and tribulations of the past year.

Ryuji knew better than to push for details about the nightmare; Ren would share them when he was ready. Instead, he offered a comforting silence, his arms tightening slightly in a silent promise to keep the nightmares at bay.

Minutes ticked by as the two men lay there, the only sound being the soft hum of the old refrigerator in the kitchen. Ren felt the tension in his muscles slowly ease, his body relaxing into the warmth and safety of Ryuji's embrace. He took a deep, shuddering breath and whispered, "Thank you."

Ryuji kissed the top of Ren's head, his hand tracing gentle circles on his back. "You don't have to thank me," he replied softly. "I'll always be here."

Ren's eyes searched the room, the shadows now less menacing and more like old friends. He knew that the nightmare was over, but the fear remained, a specter lingering in the corners of his mind. "Do you ever get scared?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ryuji's hand paused in its soothing motion. "Of course, I do," he admitted. "But I have you here, and that makes all the difference." His tone was steady, unwavering, like the North Star guiding lost sailors home.

Ren swallowed hard, the lump in his throat a painful reminder of his fears. He reached up and clutched Ryuji's forearm, feeling the reassurance of his firm grip. "What if they come back?" The words hung in the air, heavy with dread.

Ryuji's embrace tightened. "They won't," he said with conviction. "We're free now, and we have each other." His eyes searched Ren's, looking for any sign of doubt. "You're not alone anymore. The Metaverse is gone.”

The mention of the Metaverse, a virtual world where they had first met and where their friendship had turned into something more, brought a small smile to Ren's lips. It was there that they had fought against the corrupt system together, where they had found refuge in their personas. It had been a battleground, but it was also where they had discovered their strength.

"But what if the nightmares never stop?" Ren's voice was laced with doubt, the fear of the past clinging to him like a second skin. “I want, I *need* to be strong…”

Ryuji pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting Ren's. “You are strong," he said firmly. "Stronger than you think. You shot tel world ending threats in the face! Literally! And if the nightmares do come back, we'll face them together, like we always do."

Ren finally started to cry, holding Ryuji tightly.

"You don't have to be strong all the time," Ryuji whispered, kissing his forehead gently. "You can be weak with me. It's okay to not be okay."

The tears flowed freely now, a cathartic release of the pain and fear Ren had bottled up inside for so long. He buried his face in Ryuji's chest, the fabric of his shirt growing damp with each shuddering sob. The weight of his emotions felt like it was being lifted, piece by piece, as he let go of the tight grip he had on his control.

Ryuji held him, stroking his back in slow, calming motions, whispering words of comfort into his hair. The warmth of his touch seeped into Ren's bones, chasing away the last remnants of the cold that had invaded his dreams. He felt safe, cherished, and loved. It was a feeling that had been scarce in his life, but with each passing day, it grew stronger, weaving a protective net around his fragile heart.

The clock on the wall ticked away, each second a reminder that time marched on, bringing with it the promise of a new day. Ren's sobs grew quieter, his breathing calmer. He lifted his head, looking up at Ryuji through tear-filled eyes. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

"Don't be," Ryuji said, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "You've been through hell, and you're still standing."

“No, I have to repay you… what do you want? Ramen? Sex?”

The words slipped from Ren’s lips before he could stop them, a desperate attempt to find something of worth to give to Ryuji. The silence that followed was deafening, the air thick with a tension that hadn’t been there moments ago.

Ryuji’s hand stilled on Ren’s back. He took a deep breath, his eyes searching Ren’s. "You don’t owe me anything," he said gently. "My love for you isn’t something you can repay with ramen or...that. It’s just there, because of who you are."

Ren’s cheeks flushed, and he looked away, embarrassed by his own desperation. "But I want to do something," he insisted. "I can’t just take and take from you without giving anything back."

Ryuji leaned in closer, his gaze softening. "You give me more than you know," he said. "Your strength, your resilience, your love...that’s all I need."

The warmth of his words washed over Ren like a gentle summer rain, soothing his raw nerves. He took a deep breath, feeling the knot in his chest begin to loosen. "I just...I want to make sure you know how much you mean to me," he murmured.

Ryuji smiled, brushing his thumb against Ren's cheek. "I know," he said simply. "And I'm not going anywhere."

They laid there in silence for a while longer, their hearts beating in sync with the quiet rhythm of the night. Ren's mind was still racing, but the fear had been replaced by a warmth that spread from his chest to his fingertips. He felt seen, heard, and understood in a way he hadn’t in a very long time.

As the digital clock hit 4:00 AM, the first hints of dawn began to peek through the curtains. The room grew lighter, and the shadows that had been their companions slowly retreated. Ren took another deep breath, his grip on Ryuji loosening slightly.

"Let's get some fresh air," Ryuji suggested, his voice gentle. "It might help."

Ren nodded, still feeling shaky, but willing to try anything that might ease the lingering fear. Together, they slipped out of bed and padded over to the balcony. The cool night air washed over them as they stepped outside, the quiet of the early morning a stark contrast to the turmoil in the room moments before.

The city was a sprawling mass of lights and shadows, a living, breathing entity that seemed so far removed from their troubles. They leaned against the railing, side by side, the chilly metal a stark contrast to the warmth of each other's bodies.

"Look at the stars," Ryuji said, pointing up at the night sky. "They're always there, no matter how dark it gets."

Ren followed his gaze, the twinkling stars a stark contrast to the urban landscape below. He took a deep breath of the crisp air, feeling the last of the nightmare's grip loosen. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely carrying over the distant hum of the city.

"You know, when I was a kid, I used to think that each star was a person's hope," Ryuji said, his eyes fixed on the sky. "The more stars, the more hope there was in the world."

Ren's eyes searched the sky, finding solace in the quiet beauty above them. "That's a nice thought," he said, his voice growing stronger.

"It is," Ryuji agreed. "And look at how many there are." He turned to Ren, a small smile playing on his lips. "I think there's enough hope up there for both of us."

They stood there for a while, the quiet between them comfortable rather than oppressive. The night air began to warm, hinting at the approaching dawn. Ren leaned into Ryuji's side, feeling the reassuring press of his body against his own.

"You know what I hope for?" Ren asked, breaking the silence.

Ryuuji looked down at him, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. "What?"

"I hope that one day, we'll be free of all this," Ren said, his voice earnest. "Free from the fear of the past, free from the shadows of the Metaverse."

Ryuji placed a warm hand on Ren's cheek, turning his head so their eyes met. "We will be," he promised. "We're already taking steps in the right direction. We've exposed the truth, we've started new lives, and we have each other."

The words resonated within Ren, a warmth spreading through his chest like a gentle flame. He leaned into the touch, pressing his forehead against Ryuji's, their eyes still locked.

"Thank you," Ren whispered, the words seeming inadequate for the depth of his gratitude.

Ryuji's hand slid around to the back of his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss that spoke of love and understanding without a single word. The kiss was a promise, a vow that they would face whatever the future held together.

When they parted, the first light of dawn kissed their faces, casting a warm glow across the cityscape. Ren felt something shift within him, a weight lifted. Maybe, just maybe, there was enough hope in the world to outshine the darkness of his past.

They stepped back inside, the warmth of the apartment a welcome contrast to the cool morning air. Ren felt a new determination growing within him, a resolve to face the day—and all the days to come—with the strength that Ryuji saw in him.

As they curled back into bed, Ren reached for Ryuji's hand, threading their fingers together. "We'll make it," he murmured, the conviction in his voice surprising even himself.

Ryuji squeezed his hand. "We will," he said, his voice full of certainty. "Because we're in this together."

And with that, the two of them settled back into the comfort of their shared embrace, the nightmare of the past fading into the light of the new day, leaving them ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead as one.

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Yuuki Mishima stood before the mirror, his heart racing as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. It was a typical Friday evening in the quiet suburbs of Tokyo, and yet, he couldn't shake off the jitters. His eyes darted to the digital clock on the bedside table. It read 7:45 PM, which meant Ren would be here in fifteen minutes.

Ren was the cool, collected one in their relationship, the one who had seen it all, the one who knew all the right moves. Yuuki, on the other hand, was the shy and studious type, more comfortable with books than bodies. He had read about sex, of course, but the thought of actually doing it with someone, especially the ex-leader of the Phantom Thieves, made his palms sweat.

As he heard the doorbell chime, he took a deep breath and composed himself. He had to be ready for this. It was important. He had to get it right. Ren was his first love, and he wanted their first time to be perfect. He padded down the hallway, trying to ignore the butterflies doing somersaults in his stomach.

Ren's smile was warm and reassuring when Yuuki opened the door. He stepped inside, and the scent of his cologne filled the air; familiar and comforting. They exchanged a quick peck on the cheek, and Ren handed him a bouquet of daisies. "For you," he said, his eyes twinkling.

They settled into the living room, the air thick with tension. Ren noticed the way Yuuki fidgeted with his hands, and gently took one in his own. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

Yuuki nodded, trying to find his words. "I'm just... nervous," he admitted, his cheeks flushing.

“We don’t need to do it if you don’t want to.”

The words hung in the air between them like a soft blanket of comfort. Ren's voice was steady, his gaze never wavering from Yuuki's eyes. For a moment, Yuuki considered the offer, feeling the weight of his nervousness begin to lift. But then he thought about all the nights he'd lain in bed, dreaming of this moment, yearning for it, and he knew he couldn’t let fear hold him back.

"No," he said firmly, his grip tightening on Ren's hand. "I want to. I just... I don't know what to do."

Ren leaned in, their noses brushing together. "That's okay," he whispered. "We'll figure it out together." He brought their joined hands to his chest, placing it over his heart, and Yuuki could feel the steady rhythm beneath his palm. "Just follow my lead."

They moved into the bedroom, the dim light casting shadows across the walls. Ren began to undress, his movements deliberate and unhurried. His confidence was infectious, and gradually, Yuuki started to relax. He mimicked Ren's actions, his own clothes landing in a pile on the floor. They stood before each other, their eyes locked, and for the first time, Yuuki didn't feel self-conscious about his body. He saw the way Ren's gaze traveled over him with affection, and his nerves transformed into excitement.

Ren reached out and touched his cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "We'll go slow," he promised, his voice a gentle caress. "We'll take our time."

Yuuki nodded, his eyes wide and trusting. Ren guided him to the bed, the mattress dipping beneath their combined weight as they lay down. He took his time exploring Yuuki's body, his hands and lips moving with a tender confidence that washed away the last of his nerves. Every touch sent shivers down his spine, every kiss a spark that ignited a flame within him.

Ren's hands trailed down his neck, over his collarbone, and lower, making Yuuki gasp. He felt his heart racing as Ren's fingertips grazed his bare skin, setting it alight with sensation. He mimicked the movements, eager to give as much pleasure as he was receiving. Ren's skin was warm and smooth under his touch, and the noises he made in response were like music to Yuuki's ears.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as they both lost themselves in the moment.

Yuuki felt the weight of his inexperience, his mind racing with questions. Would it hurt? Would he be good enough? Would he disappoint Ren? But every time he started to overthink, Ren would whisper reassurances, his hands guiding, his eyes never leaving his. It was like they were reading each other's minds.

“Can I blow you, Yuuki?”

Yuuki’s heart skipped a beat. He nodded, unable to find his voice. He watched as Ren’s eyes grew darker with desire, his breaths heavier. Ren’s hand wrapped around him, stroking gently before his mouth replaced it. The feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced before, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that made him squirm.

Ren’s mouth was hot and wet, and he took his time, exploring every inch with a passion that made Yuuki’s toes curl. He let out a moan, his body arching involuntarily. Ren looked up, a smirk playing on his lips, before he took more of him in, the sensation threatening to overwhelm him.

“You taste so good, Yuuki.” Murmured Ren, his signiture Joker smirk touching his face as he rubbed Yukkis wet dick against his cheek.

Yuuki’s breath hitched as he watched his boyfriend’s dark hair bob up and down, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. He felt a mix of emotions, from the sweetness of their shared love to the intense physical sensation that was building within him. He didn’t know how much longer he could last, but he didn’t want it to end.

Ren sensed his urgency and slowed his pace, taking his time to tease and caress. He looked up, his eyes full of affection and amusement. "You're so cute," he said, his voice muffled by his task, so it sounded more like “blor sho coot,” but Mishima got the message.

Yuuki's cheeks burned, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. "C-cute?" he stuttered, his voice shaky.

Ren pulled away, licking his lips. "Yeah," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Now, let's get you comfortable. Tell me. Do you want to fuck me? Or be fucked by me?”

Yuuki swallowed hard. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. Ren noticed his uncertainty and chuckled. “It’s okay, I know you’re nervous. But I’m here, and I want you to have the best first time. Tell me what you’re comfortable with."

Yuuki took a deep breath and nodded. "I... I want to be with you, inside you," he whispered, feeling his face redden even further. Ren only grinned, grabbing the lube. He starts fingering himself open with whines and moans.

Ren's body was a masterpiece, and Yuuki watched in awe as he prepared himself. The sight was both erotic and a bit nerve-wracking. He didn't know if he could ever be as confident and open as Ren was. But the trust in Ren's eyes as he looked back at him was all the encouragement he needed.

"Come here," Ren murmured, his voice a siren's call. Yuuki leaned in, and their kisses grew more fervent. He felt the tip of his cock nudging against Ren's wet, slick entrance. Ren's eyes searched his, looking for confirmation, and when Yuuki nodded, he pushed in gently.

Ren moans loudly. “Oh, Yuuki, you feel so big!”

Yuuki's eyes widened in surprise. He had read about it in books, but feeling it was different. He pushed in further, feeling the warmth and tightness of his boyfriend’s body surrounding him. The sensation was overwhelming, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. But Ren’s moaning only grew louder, encouraging him.

He took his time, listening to Ren's cues, letting him dictate the pace. When Ren's body started to relax, he pushed in deeper, filling him completely. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of love, passion, and pure physical need. Ren's legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and they moved together in a rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing.

“Ah, feels so good… Yuuki…,faster…”

The urgency in Ren’s voice spurred him on, and he began to move with more confidence. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths mingling as they found a rhythm that felt perfect to both of them. Ren’s nails dug into his back, his hips rocking up to meet each thrust. The sounds of their skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their moans and gasps.

Yuuki's hands found Ren's hips, his fingers digging in as he pushed deeper. He could feel the tension building, the coil inside him tightening with every movement. He'd never felt so alive, so connected to another person. Ren's moans grew louder, his body tensing beneath him.

Ren’s hand reached down to stroke his own cock, the sight of which was almost too much for Yuuki. He watched, fascinated, as the familiar movements brought him closer and closer to the edge. It was like watching a piece of art come to life, each stroke a brushstroke on the canvas of passion. (Maybe he had been hanging around Yusuke too much).

"You're doing so good," Ren encouraged, his voice tight with pleasure. "Just let go, baby."

Yuuki nodded, his breaths coming in shallow pants. He could feel it building, the pressure in his stomach, the tingling in his spine. He moved faster, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The world outside the bedroom ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection they shared in this moment.

Their eyes remained locked, the love and passion between them palpable. Ren's hand was a blur, stroking himself in time with Yuuki's movements. His eyes rolled back, and he let out a long, keening cry as he came, the warmth of his release spilling onto his stomach.

The sight was all it took for Yuuki to lose control. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside Ren, his body shuddering as he reached his climax. It was like nothing he had ever felt before—intimate, raw, and incredibly powerful.

They lay there for a moment, panting and drenched in sweat, their hearts beating in unison. Ren's arms were wrapped tightly around him, holding him close. The aftermath of their passion washed over them, leaving them feeling both exhausted and exhilarated.

Yuuki pulled out gently, feeling a twinge of regret as he lost the connection. Ren whimpered softly, his body still trembling from the intensity of their first time. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Ren chuckled, his eyes still closed. "Don't be. That was..." He trailed off, searching for the right words. "It was perfect."

They lay there for a few moments longer, basking in the afterglow, before Ren shifted and reached for a tissue to clean up. The sudden chill in the air was a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies, and Yuuki couldn't help but feel a little sad that it was over. But then Ren pulled him back in, pressing their foreheads together.

“I’m so glad we met. I’m going to miss you so, so much when I have to go to Inaba.” Murmured Ren, his eyes still closed as he enjoyed the feeling of their sticky bodies together.

Yuuki felt a pang of sadness at the mention of their future separation. Ren was moving to Inaba for a while to deal with some personal issues, leaving him behind. "Me too," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

They cuddled closer, their limbs tangled together. The room was quiet, except for their breathing, which slowly returned to normal. The clock on the nightstand ticked away the moments, a reminder that their time together was limited. But in that moment, it didn't matter. They had each other, and that was all that counted.