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fandom: Chaotic Butterfly
character: ...Goto's brother (poor guy) >__>;;
rating: PG-13ish warning for fanservice? XDD;;
Disclaimer: Characters and universe belong to mousapelli
Goto considered himself fairly normal. He attended a well respected university, was thought of by his professors as hard working and his classmates as dependable, and had a mature, refined girlfriend.
Having raised his younger brother through the last of his teenage years, Goto's only regret was for spoiling that child to the point that he refused to take his proper place in society by attending college and becoming an office worker. Still, he reassured himself, Hikaru was a polite, steady man, who would undoubtedly make the right choices in life. He would make their parents proud.
Adjusting the strap of his messenger bag from his shoulder, Goto opened the door to his first class of the morning. His dutiful greeting was ignored as most everyone was crowded in front of a laptop and Goto curiously strode over to question his girlfriend from the middle of the commotion.
"Sugoi," Mitsuki whispered, her hands spread over her knee length skirt, her face flushed a delicate pink, and her eyes stretched wide. "Hontoni... sugoi."
Once he was behind her, Goto answered his own question by mistakenly looking at the monitor, which was open to one of those boy band message boards. Even with the pixilated, jerky quality of the video, Goto had no trouble recognizing Hikaru, barely half dressed, with another man curled against him as they simultaneously thrusted their hips lewdly towards the camera. The clip looped over and over and it took Goto a moment to realize it was set to do so and not just his brain tormenting him.
Hikaru was being disgraceful. And Goto's mature, refined girlfriend thought it was hot.
The broken, choked noise that escaped from Goto's throat seemed to startle Mitsuki out of her daze, and she turned to offer him a look of gentle concern. Over her shoulder, Hikaru was still undulating.
Blindly, he pulled out his mobile and searched for Hikaru's stored number, wondering if his parents' spirits would be appeased by double seppuku or if he'd have to kill the guy with his hand down Hikaru's pants too.
character: ...Goto's brother (poor guy) >__>;;
rating: PG-13ish warning for fanservice? XDD;;
Disclaimer: Characters and universe belong to mousapelli
Goto considered himself fairly normal. He attended a well respected university, was thought of by his professors as hard working and his classmates as dependable, and had a mature, refined girlfriend.
Having raised his younger brother through the last of his teenage years, Goto's only regret was for spoiling that child to the point that he refused to take his proper place in society by attending college and becoming an office worker. Still, he reassured himself, Hikaru was a polite, steady man, who would undoubtedly make the right choices in life. He would make their parents proud.
Adjusting the strap of his messenger bag from his shoulder, Goto opened the door to his first class of the morning. His dutiful greeting was ignored as most everyone was crowded in front of a laptop and Goto curiously strode over to question his girlfriend from the middle of the commotion.
"Sugoi," Mitsuki whispered, her hands spread over her knee length skirt, her face flushed a delicate pink, and her eyes stretched wide. "Hontoni... sugoi."
Once he was behind her, Goto answered his own question by mistakenly looking at the monitor, which was open to one of those boy band message boards. Even with the pixilated, jerky quality of the video, Goto had no trouble recognizing Hikaru, barely half dressed, with another man curled against him as they simultaneously thrusted their hips lewdly towards the camera. The clip looped over and over and it took Goto a moment to realize it was set to do so and not just his brain tormenting him.
Hikaru was being disgraceful. And Goto's mature, refined girlfriend thought it was hot.
The broken, choked noise that escaped from Goto's throat seemed to startle Mitsuki out of her daze, and she turned to offer him a look of gentle concern. Over her shoulder, Hikaru was still undulating.
Blindly, he pulled out his mobile and searched for Hikaru's stored number, wondering if his parents' spirits would be appeased by double seppuku or if he'd have to kill the guy with his hand down Hikaru's pants too.