いとしいこと

The content warning is in the footnotes 0 . ◇:*:◆:*:◇ It was mid-September, about a month after Itsuki had dinner with his brother, when he had approached him. The rain that had started falling in the early afternoon continued well into the night. A typhoon was approaching from the west, expected to peak around noon the next day. By the time Itsuki left work, a little after 8 p.m., it was raining, but the wind hadn't picked up much yet. As he exited the building and approached the crosswalk, someone suddenly grabbed his arm. Startled, he turned around. “Sorry, I tried calling out, but it seems you didn’t hear me.” At first, Itsuki didn’t recognize the person, but the glasses jogged his memory. The man’s hairstyle was different, giving him a much different appearance, but it was his brother’s roommate. The thought that this man was also gay made Itsuki uncomfortable with the grip on his arm. He lightly pulled his arm away, and the man let go. The rain was loud as it pounded on their...

  The content warning is in the footnotes 0 . ◇:*:◆:*:◇ I threw up several times in the restroom. Normally, I can handle this amount of alcohol, but I hadn’t slept properly in the last two or three days because of how busy things had been. Combined with feeling under the weather, the alcohol hit me much harder than usual. Even so, I couldn’t refuse the drinks my boss kept pushing on me. If I didn’t drink, his mood would turn sour immediately. He’s the type who doesn’t bottle up his feelings, which makes him easy to deal with, but his drinking habits are always a hassle. The painful drinking session finally came to an end, and Sugiura Itsuki asked the restaurant staff to call a taxi for him. "You don’t look so good," his boss remarked. Itsuki cursed under his breath, thinking, "You’re just noticing now?" But outwardly, he brushed it off smoothly, saying, "I’m fine, it’s just the lighting." Itsuki held himself together until the taxi with his cheerful boss i...