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C⃨h⃨a⃨p⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ 2⃨: m̤y̤ ̤l̤i̤t̤t̤l̤e̤ ̤b̤ṳt̤t̤e̤r

{͍ᵐ͍ᵒ͍ⁿ͍ᵃ͍ʳ͍ᶜ͍ʰ͍ ͍ o͍a͍R͍a͍n͍g͍e͍.͍.͍.͍ ͍i͍S͍ ͍l͍o͍a͍D͍i͍n͍g͍}͍...

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{L͢o͢a͢d͢i͢n͢g͢ c͢o͢m͢p͢l͢e͢t͢e͢! Y͢o͢u͢ m͢a͢y͢ c͢o͢n͢t͢i͢n͢u͢e͢!}

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Ever since that day, when I laid my eyes upon you... Kira thought before letting out a shutter. As he looked at the new body, his hands couldn't help move to his cheeks. The much older brunette, Mr. Kawajiri, stare deeply into his screen. His eyes trailing to the soft, and almost luxurious looking hands.

They look just how I remeber them, the male's eyes trailed down the boy's body to his gentle hands. His hands, Kira let out a small chuckle.

"Im going to enjoy killing him. Just image tying him down and sawing off those wonderful hands! Just the thought is making me all tinglingly!"

{͍ᵐ͍ᵒ͍ⁿ͍ᵃ͍ʳ͍ᶜ͍ʰ͍ ͍ o͍a͍R͍a͍n͍g͍e͍.͍.͍.͍ ͍i͍S͍ ͍l͍o͍a͍D͍i͍n͍g͍}͍...

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{L͢o͢a͢d͢i͢n͢g͢ c͢o͢m͢p͢l͢e͢t͢e͢! Y͢o͢u͢ m͢a͢y͢ c͢o͢n͢t͢i͢n͢u͢e͢!}

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Loud, almost smoker's-like cough rang throughout the remodeled walls of the home they shared. "J-Josuke..." This cough sent Okuyasu into a full body spasmed for a moment.

"Okuyasu..." Josuke nearly tellaported to his best friend's side—partner in life was more like it.

An uneasiness was slowly setting in. But the brunette couldn't put his finger on exactly why. Mabye it was because he had sent images of his body to a far older man? Mabye it was because he felt like a failure? Maybe it was because it was his teacher?

He was kicked out of his home for loving Okuyasu...

Okuyasu? What would he think? He asked himself. Oh God... Oh God, oh god... He left out a slight gasp before biting his lip out of his heart was quickening like a rabbit in chase.

He was in some deep shit now. "My back hurts... Josuke...," The way Oku was sounding made Josuke's heart break. It sounded so pathetic and yet the brunette was sending nudes to his teacher.

What in the hell is wrong with me? Josuke thought to himself as he planned his hands upon the shoulder blades and the muscles that connected the shoulders to the neck. Gently moving to sooth the stressed muscles.

It seems like his breathing has went back to normally, or some sort of semi-normal. It was definitely better.

"Josuke..." Okuyasu wined again.

"Yes, Okuyasu," Josuke replied, still working his hands on the loosening muscles.

"Bro... Can I cuddle with you? Peasssss~ pretty peas?" Okuyasu begged as if he was a child. Even going as far as streaching his arms out, opening and closing his hands in a child-like fasion. It made Josuke feel all fuzzy inside.

"Finneeeeee!" Blue hues rolled before a playful smile tugged at the brunette's lips.

Before Okuyasu knew, the bed nearly collapsed underneath his boyfriend's sudden weight. Okuyasu let out raspy chuckles and full on onslaught of laughter. Suddenly, the symphony of laughter stopped. Only for ocean-like hues to stare into brown puppy like eyes.

They're bodies were so close. This moment was perfect. Too perfect.

Josuke slowly leaned his head down, giving a sweet small peck on the younger's nose. Then his soft lips began to pepper all of the sick boy's face.

"B-Babe...!" Okuyasu stuttered out as he couldn't push the other off of him. All that Josuke did was let out another symphony of chuckles.

"You said you wanted to cuddle, bro! Then you'll get cuddles! Hehe!" The more delicate looking boy stopped for a moment. He decded to take in the moment. To take in the fact that the most handsome, beautiful person was underneath his own body.

Such a cutie, Okuyasu's thoughts were going fuzzy.

The next thing Okuyasu knew, a weight was felt pressing down all over his body. Another body was laying on top of his own. Their legs were tied up in knots at this point.

Slow yet passionate kisses led to kisses to be pepper down the younger boy's shoulder. "You're so cute, you know that, baby?" Josuke asked, his arms wrapping around Okuyasu's waist, his upper arms squeezing the other inbetween them.

{͍ᵐ͍ᵒ͍ⁿ͍ᵃ͍ʳ͍ᶜ͍ʰ͍ ͍ o͍a͍R͍a͍n͍g͍e͍.͍.͍.͍ ͍i͍S͍ ͍l͍o͍a͍D͍i͍n͍g͍}͍...

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{L͢o͢a͢d͢i͢n͢g͢ c͢o͢m͢p͢l͢e͢t͢e͢! Y͢o͢u͢ m͢a͢y͢ c͢o͢n͢t͢i͢n͢u͢e͢!}

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"Hm..." Rohan tilted his head out of interest. This was very fascinating to the teacher. The art teacher sat at their desk.

The teacher was a male, just a little over six foot, but looked much shorter in his sitting down position. The man's name was Rohan Kisibe.

This point in time of day, was the only time that Rohan had any sort of silence for himself. it was currently 2:00 and he needed to edit the grades and update them.

And right before his eyes, he saw an a "F" flash a blank and then returned as a an "C". The soft almost luxurious chair, made a slight creaking sound as the teacher leaned forward. Fascination flared on the young teachers face.

That is strange. Rohan thought to himself as he clicked on the mouse, moving it around on the pad for only a fraction of a second before seeing that Okuyasu's had followed the same changes.

This was worrisome. Very worrisome indeed.

"Is there something of the matter?" A very familiar voice called. It was a deep, very manly calm voice. A voice that Rohan could only fall farther for.

Another teacher by the name of Jotaro Kujo.

This man towered over the other. And as the older, far more muscular, science teacher strutted over to his future spouse.

"Oh! It's nothing to worry about! Just something very weird is happening. I'll get it figured out on my own and if I can't, which would be extremely embarrassing, I'll reach out to you," the next thing Rohan knew he could feel the weight along with a heavy exhale.

Strong, powerful arms pulling the smaller into his embrace.

"How's your art project been going for you?" The silence teacher asked, giving the slightest peck on the art teacher's almost swan seeming neck. "It's been going alright," an embarrassed crimson was making him look far more flushed than what was appropriate.

"That's good to hear," the man with Atlantic eyes barried his face into the crook of his lover's neck.

It had been some time since Kakyoin had passed. Now Jotaro was a single dad with two children. One male and the other being female.

"They still don't understand that Kakyoin... That... That he's gone..." Rohan's heart was breaking with his boyfriend's words. "Hey..." Rohan turned around, still in his boyfriend's vigorous arms.

God... He's so distracting! Rohan couldn't help but think about those sturdy arms that were squizing him.

"How old are they now? I think it's time for them to meet me... It was no one's fault that that happened, but I feel like we need to help your—our kids move on. We can do this! I bet if they know that I'm not just a stranger, than they'll be far more accepting," Rohan said in somewhat of a hushed voice.

Jotaro usually wasn't this clingy. The artist didn't mind one bit. Not at all.

It was then, when his body relaxed into the affections of the other man, it gave him a realization that he had been touched starved for quite some time.

"The mountains are beautiful this time of year. Maybe we should go on a little trip?" Jotaro made of proposal. "You sound happy," Rohan noted, making sure to add as much sass into his voice as possible.

"I was thinking that it would help them get to know you. I need to warn you, Jouta is a bit protective over his younger sister. I also suggest not making any physical contact with them. Jouta is also a stand user." Jotaro released his fiance from his grip.

As much as Rohan try to shove down the unnerving feeling that was bubbling inside of his stomach, tying knots of nervousness.

{͍ᵐ͍ᵒ͍ⁿ͍ᵃ͍ʳ͍ᶜ͍ʰ͍ ͍ o͍a͍R͍a͍n͍g͍e͍.͍.͍.͍ ͍i͍S͍ ͍l͍o͍a͍D͍i͍n͍g͍}͍...

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{L͢o͢a͢d͢i͢n͢g͢ c͢o͢m͢p͢l͢e͢t͢e͢! Y͢o͢u͢ m͢a͢y͢ c͢o͢n͢t͢i͢n͢u͢e͢!}

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"Do you want to know why I admire you? More, far more than all of the other students? Then all of your other peers?" He paused, making a slight coughing noise to clear his throat. You see, I've always wanted to live a quiet life and take after my hobbies with ease, but that's never really been easy for me. Back to my questions, the reason why I admire you above all of your classmates is a rather simple. You are like a monarch. A monarch butterfly, my little butterfly. You look so graceful... Even though they'll die out next 2 weeks."

"Remember that..."

"And remember who you belong to..."

Bright beams that shine through the dust of their home. The home but the two boys had built together, or now as they would rather be called, young men. The young men still have their limbs tied up and knots with the brunette's bed head laying down on the sicker man's chest.

All night, Josuke had been listening to Okuyasu's weezy breath just to make sure that it didn't sound too sickly.

As much as the brunette wished he was a bit over cleaning at times could be a little obsessive over his friend.

It was currently 8:00 in the morning and they had to get the wires installed into the walls and start setting out rat poisoning. What a wonderful way to start the morning.

At least the morning light was beautiful. And the warmth that they felt from one another they could bathe in all day.

A/N: tell me how you like this so far? I do plan on continuing and I plan on lengthening my chapters as well.
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