The very next day, while they were out for a light walk, Sato expressed his wish to speak to Touma and clear everything up. It appeared that he had finally made up his mind to face the past head on and not do things half-heartedly.
Much to Asakura’s vexation, there wasn’t anything he could do to stop this from happening. The knowledge of being powerless to stop the two from meeting, only aggravated his sour disposition.
When he heard about this, Asakura almost paled in anger. His complexion changed from sunny to gloomy with the swiftness of a switch being flipped. The air surrounding him dropped to below 0 in an instant.
“Why do you have to talk to that guy?” Asakura asked while holding onto Sato’s shoulders with both hands.
Despite already knowing the answer, he still tried to fight against the odds. He simply couldn’t allow this to happen without at least putting up a bloody fight. What kind of man would he be otherwise?!
Seeing him so unwilling and stubborn, Sato smiled helplessly.
“True healing comes after acceptance and acceptance cannot be achieved without understanding the situation first. Therefore, I must understand what happened in order for me to truly move on. Otherwise, he will forever be a painful memory that will weight me down. I don’t want that. For better or worse, I loved him and I know he loved me too. Nothing can change that fact. So, I have to know what he has to say.”
Asakura stared at him for a moment, his hands clutching those delicate shoulders tightly. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to watch this person’s back getting further and further away from him. The image of Sato leaving him triggered in Asakura’s mind a strong sense of crisis; one that made him act selfishly, perhaps even a bit unreasonably.
Without giving a second thought to where they were, he pulled Sato closer, embracing him tightly. Then, he laid kiss after kiss on his temple and hair, murmuring into the soft light brown strands.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
“I don’t want to let you go. I’m jealous and unreasonable.”
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“You…You are…”
Asakura began speaking slowly but soon ended up choking on his words. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, his warm breath brushing past Sato’s hair and tickling his skin.
The young man glanced up, staring into Asakura’s eyes.
“I am what?” he asked in a soft whisper.
His clear, beautiful eyes contained mesmerizing feelings, capturing the other man’s attention.
Instead of immediately replying, Asakura chuckled and kissed him on the lips. It was so swift and unexpected that it took Sato completely by surprise. As his lips were tenderly caressed, his eyes widened in astonishment. They were in the middle of the road, giving everyone who walked past them quite a spectacle.
“A-Asakura…-san.” Sato struggled slightly, trying to lean away and escape this ardent manifestation of love.
Asakura, however, wouldn’t have it. His arms caught Sato even tighter, bringing him closer until there was absolutely no space between them. Then, he proceeded to kiss him passionately, his tongue probing and conquering every part of Sato’s mouth.
There was something overbearing about that kiss, which gave Sato the impression he was being devoured. It was as though Asakura was a mythical beast determined to gulp him down and never let him go.
Yet, at the same time, there was a loving tenderness in the way Asakura’s hands caressed Sato’s back, moving slowly along his spine. The way Asakura’s lips imprinted themselves onto his own left no room for doubt about the man’s feelings. Those lips were like scalding stamps, marking him as belonging to the other man.
A short while afterwards, Asakura pulled away and Sato was left panting and flushed. His eyes were half opened and moist, while his lips looked bright red and somewhat swollen.
In his daze, Sato heard Asakura speak above his head, while giving him a gentle hug.
“You are the only person who can give me ‘the carrot and the stick’ treatment and get away with it. Perhaps you should give up on being an actor and try to be a manager. With your talent, you’d make a great one someday.”
The man’s tone was obviously amused, yet it was laced with so much love and pampering that Sato couldn’t help but feel flustered. A blush rose from his face, all the way up to the tip of his ears. His face radiated heat and even his neck carried traces of being flushed.
This honest and rather innocent reaction gave Asakura a lot of satisfaction and he let out a series of chuckles. Truly, this person he was now holding in his arms was as pure as the first snow in winter, but carried within him the summer sun’s healing warmth.
“I love you, Sato. I love you very much.”
His confession was received with a dazzling smile and a soft kiss.
After that, Asakura allowed Sato to leave, but before releasing the young man he stressed on the dangers he might face. The way he spoke was similar to that of a parent worried about his son being bullied by a classmate. It both amused and exasperated Sato. Did he really look like such a weak person who gets abused wherever he goes?!
“If he tries anything funny, just hit him as hard as you can. After that, you just leave the rest to me. I’ll make sure he can never do anything with those hands of his ever again.” Asakura gritted out, his eyes darkening dangerously.
“There won’t be any fights. So, please calm down and wait for me, alright?” Sato replied patiently, giving Asakura a reassuring peck on the lips.
In return, Asakura gave a weary sigh. Indeed, he had been right. This person was too good at using the carrot and the stick technique. First, he was kissing him like this, and then he left to meet with another man. And an ex-boyfriend at that! How can this be borne with?!
No! In the end, Asakura really could not stomach it! Sato was his and he couldn’t accept the fact that he was going to meet up with Touma. But, at the same time, he had just given his permission and he couldn’t simply whisk Sato away and hide him from the world. Oh, why couldn’t he just have this person all to himself?! Why must he share him with so many people?!
While Asakura was having this stressful internal drama, Sato kept staring at him curiously. There was no way he could figure out exactly what the other person was thinking of. But if those dangerous sparks that radiated from Asakura’s eyes and the man’s dark expression were any indication, Asakura was probably mulling over something scary. And it most probably had something to do with him meeting Touma.
‘I never would have imagined a person like Asakura-san could be like this? Should I be happy or worried about the future?’ Sato asked himself while shooting Asakura nervous glances.
I understand both sides, I would also want complete closure and I would also be weary of them meeting.
thanks for the chapter <3
Mhm. You can’t put everything behind you if you don’t clear things up. One cannot start a new chapter before finishing the current one. Or he might do that, but then the book won’t make too much sense ^_~
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Thank you for the chapter 💜
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