There’s something about this picture that kills me. Do you understand that this boy has gone through hell and back? Leia’s own son not only being mental tortured, but possibly physically tortured. All he wants is to be excepted, loved, cuddled, embraced. He’s barely even carrying himself. He wants that belonging and he’s not finding it anywhere. Not with snoke, not with the first order, not hiding behind a mask. He is so void and it’s destroying him. But this is where Rey comes in. He needs her and she needs him. They need each other literally and figuratively. They are each other’s belonging. They will take care of each other. They lost so much love, they never even had it returned. They bleed the same. They need just a little bit of each other’s heart. And that’s all they need.
JUST ASK ME (PART 1) - Roman x Reader (1st Person POV)
Desc: Alt Season three, Destiny is alive, Peter and Roman are still friends, share custody of Nadia, Olivia is leader of the Upir uprising beyond the border of Hemlock Grove. Reader was given to Roman as tax from a lower level Upir but with his own supply of nutrients and a refusal to feed on humans, he had other plans for the reader.
But, when the reader runs away, punishment has to be administered.
The AU Background is simply vehicle for -
SMUT: Dom-Roman, teasing, edging, fingering, oral (him on her)\
Notes: Doing NaNoWriMo, needed a break, wanted to try this idea I’ve been having, first time trying smut and I just loved this scene so wanted to use the gifs in my story.
It had been a good hour since Roman tracked me down, so close to the boundary of town. All of his resources I should have known. Not just the White Tower but his position as the Overseer of his Upir Coven, a Lord, no less, afforded him many eyes and ears.
It could only have been that night, I would never leave Nadia alone like that and since Peter and Destiny had taken her for the night, it was my chance. Destiny had offered to hang around and keep me company but I wasn’t about to drag her into my plan.
It was my own fault he caught me, Roman, I hesitated just before crossing the town boundary and he drove his car right between me and the town line. He didn’t even speak to me, he just opened the passenger car door and I knew I had no other choice.
Roman brought me back to our home and has been staring me down in silence for a good five minutes now, his green eyes holding back barely contained fury as his towering yet lithe frame leans against the table.
“I’m sorry Roman.” He lets out a hollow laugh and steps close to me, so close to my face but instead he looks past me.
“Sorry for what?”
“That’s an interesting phrasing of ‘running away’.”
“I wasn’t-” he raised an eyebrow, practically daring me to complete that thought.
“I wasn’t thinking clearly.” I finished instead and he sighed, cupping my face in his much larger hands.
“No, you weren’t my sweet.” He leans down and kisses me ever so gently on the cheek.
“Tell me,” he starts, whispering into my ear, “what could I have done that was so awful to make you leave our home?” I shiver at the sensation of his words, his breath tickling the sensitive shell of my ear in a way that he had to know drove me crazy.
“I don’t know.” I almost whimpered as he circled around behind me and clasped my throat with one hand, pulling me against him so my head rested against his shoulder.
“Have I given you reason to be afraid of me?” I could only shake me head and he grips my throat tighter, just at the boundary of making breathing difficult.
“I need to hear the words my sweet.”
“No…my Lord.” I know when he wants to be called by his name and when he demands the respect of his title.
“Then, did I mistreat you in some way?” He asks before planting featherlight kisses down the side of my neck. The sensation of both his lips and his long fingers on my throat made my knees feel weak but luckily, the arm he had around my waist helped steady me.
“You have not my Lord.”
“Do you know why I’m upset with you?”
“Because I disobeyed you.”
“That and I have many enemies that would not hesitate to use you to hurt me. It would kill me to lose my Princess. Do you understand?” I nod and look back to face him.
“I accept and am ready for punishment.” I tell him.
“That’s my good girl.” He leans down and kisses me so sweetly, his hand cradling my face with one and and with the other he unzips the dress I’m wearing and lets it fall to the ground, leaving me in just my panties.
“Hmm, what to do with you.” He muses and glances back at the table.
“I know,” he grabs me by the arm, all tenderness gone, and pulls me over to the table and places a hand firmly between my shoulders and pushes me forward so my breasts are pressed agains the cold wood.
Reaching down, he takes both of my wrists in his hands and brings them to stretch out directly in front of me on the table. With his hands over mine he closes his fingers, demonstrating that he wants me to grip the other side.
“Whatever happens,” he is now leaning directly over me, covering me like a blanket, “you mustn’t let go, that is your challenge my sweet and I expect you to be a good girl and obey me in this this task.”
“Yes My Lord.”
Satisfied with my answer he stands up and takes a step back, no doubt to admire his handiwork.
“Do you remember the first night I took you?” He asks, approaching me once more to draw patterns on the skin of my back with his featherlight touch.
“Mm, such a stormy night, the white sacrificial dress they brought you in clung to your skin. You know, I assume they thought I would simply drain you, as my fallen predecessor would have, I had other plans.” He hummed in nostalgia and ran his fingers down my sides and ticklish as I am, I had to focus on holding on.
Eventually, his wandering fingers came to hook into my panties and he pulled them down my legs, stopping just before the knee. He hadn’t yet parted my legs and allowed me some modesty for the time being so the underwear stayed exactly where he wanted it.
“Keep those right there, do not let them fall, am I clear?” I felt a sharp stinging smack on my cheek, causing me to cry out and grip the table harder.
“I can’t hear you my darling.”
“Yes My Lord.” I yelped in twin pleasure and pain at the strike.
“That is more like it.” He cooed, my ass now directly aligned with his still imprisoned cock as he rubbed my back with his hand as the other settled on my hip.
“You were so cold you were shivering so you let me remove the rain-soaked dress and I covered your naked body in my firs. I sat you on the chair by the fire, the one with the arms.”
“I remember MyLord.” I gasp as he teases me from behind when all I want is for him to be in me. Instead he’s torturing me and I realise that whilst trying to keep my underwear at my knees, I have also been shifting my weight, trying to work up friction to the place I need it most.
“Oh my,” I let out a short squeal as his hand travels over the mound of my ass and down until he strokes a finger down my slit from behind, “so wet for me already and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He strokes up and down a few times, never attempting to enter.
With his finger well lubricated he reaches his hand down between the front of my body and the table, just his middle finger finding the snugly held nub in between my close pressed legs.
“I knelt before you and I parted your bare thighs and you let me, you kept your eyes locked on me as I nipped at the skin with my teeth as I got closer to where I knew you wanted me then and where I know you want me now!”
His touch on my clit was firm as he stroked in deliberate slow circles.
“This should be obvious but you have already disobeyed me once so I’ll make it clear. No cumming without my permission!”
“Please have mercy on me my Lord, I’ll be good, I promise but please let me cum tonight!” I wail, fearing the punishment much worse than I had anticipated.
“Shh, quiet my sweet or you will miss the rest of the story.” He continues his maddeningly slow strokes.
“Where was I? Oh yes, my head between your legs. I teased you for a while, I loved how wide your eyes got and when finally you came, you were actually shaking. Much like you are now.”
I close my eyes tightly, trying to focus on something, anything else.
“What did I ask you that night?” He actually expected me to form a coherent thought let alone remember a detail.
As I struggled I felt him lean over my body and nip ever so slightly on my shoulder, not helping my attempts at control but this wasn’t meant to be comfortable, this was punishment.
“Come on, think for me Princess, what did I ask you before I let you release?”
“You asked me who I belonged to.”
“That’s right and what did you say?”
“You, I belonged to you, I was yours, all yours, oh My God, please My Lord, I am begging you, I cannot hold on much longer.”
“Are you still mine?” He asked, ignoring my plea.
“Yes my Lord.”
“If you leave, I will not be able to show my love for you now will I?” I shake my head wildly.
“So?” He prods, his pace picking up slightly.
“I won’t leave, I won’t ever leave again, I promise.” I gasp in desperation and he pulls me up, turning me round and lifting me onto the table. My arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders as he stares into my eyes.
“You’ve been a very good girl for me,” he tells me as he slips two fingers inside me and presses his thumb to my clit. He cups the back of my neck with the other, our foreheads touching.
“My Lord-” I beg as tears spill down my cheeks.
“Come for me Princess!” He grants me permission and I come apart at his words, the tremors touch every part of my nervous system, reaching all the way down to the soles of my feet.
“I’ve got you my Love, I’ve got you.” He soothed as I come down, exhausted and spent. He gently removes his fingers from me and places them both in his mouth, licking my taste from each one.
“You always taste amazing when I push you to the edge.” He tells me with a wink and wipes the tears from my face and kisses each cheek before placing a soft, deep kiss on my lips, I love his mouth so much, actually, I loved every part of him.
“Darling?” He holds my face in his hands.
“I know you ran to get my attention and invite the punishment.” There wasn’t much, if anything I could hide from him.
“You have been so busy lately, I was feeling neglected.” I admitted, slightly embarrassed now at my behaviour.
“I apologise Princess and I will be more attentive but it really is much too dangerous out there right now. Believe me, if my mother were to get her hands on you…” he closed his eyes tightly as though blocking out a horrifying image, “I love you and I just want to keep you safe.”
“I understand and I love you too. I suppose I can find safer ways to provoke punishment.”
“There’s a good one I can suggest.”
“Just ask me.” He grinned and took hold of my hand. “Now, since you were a good girl I am going to draw you a bath.”
“Wait, do I not get to take care of my Lord first?” I ask, my hand travelling down his body but he catches my wrist before I reach my goal.
“Not right now,” he brings my hand up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on each finger and chuckles at my pout of disappointment, “oh, Princess, this night is far from over.”
You phone buzzed with a text from Jax. You loved when your phone lit up with his name. You picked up your phone from the coffee table and stopped taking notice of what was happening on the TV.
**I’m going to be pretty late darlin’. You still want me to come?**
You chewed on your lip. You hated how late he was sometimes but you just wanted him here.
**Of course. I’ll see you when you get here x**
You locked your phone and continued to watch the show on the television in front of you. You debated waiting up for Jax so he could get into your house but you knew he wouldn’t be here until the early hours of the morning. You and Jax Teller had been seeing each other casually for a few months now. Your relationship seemed to be deepening in seriousness but you could never be sure if he intended to be serious with you. You loved his company and his presence and how good he was in bed. You wanted to make the outlaw prince yours but you just didn’t know how. The night continued to grow later. You checked your phone and saw it was nearly one in the morning. Jax shouldn’t be too much longer but you decided to head up to bed anyway. You yawned and stretched before getting up off the couch. You turned off all the lights and locked all the windows before beginning to head up the stairs. You chewed on your cheek for a moment before deciding to leave the front door unlocked for Jax. You headed upstairs to your bedroom and changed into your pyjamas. You laid your phone on the bedside table next to you and you rolled yourself into a cocoon of blankets. You kept the bedside lamp on because you really hated sleeping in the dark. You drifted off to sleep, your body relaxing and warming.
You woke suddenly to a hand over your mouth and the covers ripped off you. Your eyes snapped open, taking in the the black clad figure above you. Their dark eyes bore into yours. A black balaclava covered their face. You tried to scream but the hand over your mouth was making it hard. Tears began to flow from your eyes and you began to shake violently. The man above you had a tight grip on your chest, holding you down so you couldn’t escape. You couldn’t breathe, you felt like you were going to have a heart attack.
“You scream, I will kill you.” He said in a deep menacing tone.
You went still as he removed the hand from your mouth and your chest. You took your opportunity and kicked your leg out, kicking him in the crotch with tremendous force. The man fell to the ground in pain and you grabbed your phone and began to run downstairs. The man was very close behind you, gaining on you with every step. You ran to the kitchen and shut the door behind you, leaning against it and breathing deeply. You quickly locked it when you felt the man begin to slam his body weight against it. You knew you didn’t have much time so you ran across the room to the island counter. You pulled out a huge knife and ran to hide under the dining table. The door flew off its hinges and the man began to stalk slowly around the kitchen. He knew you were there but he loved the chase, he loved the fear of his victims. You breathed deeply and in shaky beats, hoping to regulate the fear inside you. A hand reached underneath the table and grabbed you by the ankle, dragging you out from your hiding place. You screamed and thrashed and kicked trying to get free. The man pulled out a gun and held it to your temple.
“You scream again and I will fucking kill you.” He yelled in your face. “Do you understand me?”
You nodded. You didn’t care if you died anymore, but you weren’t dying without a fight. You gripped the knife in your palm and sunk it deeply into the attackers thigh. He howled in agony as you ripped the knife out of the wound and stabbed his leg one more time. You didn’t want to kill him, you just wanted to maim him.
You stood up and grabbed the bloody knife, blood dripping on your floor and your own legs. You ran outside of your wide open front door and you saw Jax’s bike on your street before you registered the roaring. You ran to him and he stopped in the middle of the road so he didn’t hit you. Jax had a look of panic of his face when he saw the knife and the blood. He flew off his bike and let it fall to the ground.
“(Y/N)! What the fuck is going on?” Jax asked frantically, taking your face in his hands.
“There’s a guy in my kitchen.” You said through shaky breaths. “He’s trying to kill me. He has a gun. I stabbed him so he’d stop.”
Jax began to run away into your house. You began to jog behind him. Your energy was gone and you felt like you were going to collapse. Fear coursed through you as you realised Jax was in there alone with a murderer. You ran into the house, hearing glass shattering and the rough grunts of the men. You saw that they were fighting, Jax aiming a well placed right hook to the assailant’s jaw. The man fell to the ground with blood soaking your tiled floor. The man caught your eye and grabbed his gun, aiming it at you with his hand on the trigger. Jax kicked it out of his hand and picked it up, putting it in the man’s mouth. The man began to squirm and squeal and writhe for his life but Jax held him down with the strong force of his hand. You couldn’t watch the torment Jax was inflicting. You turned your back and covered your ears but it wasn’t enough to mask the sound of gunfire. You felt a sick shiver run down your spine and bile rising in your throat. There was now a corpse behind you, his blood and body matter coating your floor. You couldn’t believe that this had happened. You wish you never left the front door unlocked in the first place.
You felt a hand touch your shoulder and you jumped and squealed until you realised it was Jax. Jax took you in his arms, the blood on his shirt transferring to yours. He stroked your hair and soothed you with his words as you cried into him. You cried in fear, in disbelief, in disgust, in gratitude. You couldn’t believe that the man you were falling in love with was capable of murder but that he would murder someone to protect you.
“Baby, I’m here okay? I’m not leaving your side.” Jax promised, looking deeply into your eyes.
You nodded. You knew his word was valuable.
“I want you to go and shower okay? I’m going to call someone to look after the mess in there. When you wake up in the morning it’ll be like it never happened.” He explained. “I’ll be right upstairs as soon as they get here.”
You nodded again and headed upstairs to your bathroom, running a hot shower. You were so numb you could hardly remember having a shower or how you ended up in bed in fresh pyjamas. All you remembered was the shower water slowly turning pink with the blood washing off your body. You were shaken and traumatised by what had unfolded in front of you. You knew you were so close to being murdered tonight and you were so confused as to how you were able to escape. Nothing was making sense to you. Nothing felt right to you. You just wanted to sleep and forget but you knew that wouldn’t happen. You laid in bed tucked into your covers, eyes open and staring at the wall. Jax came in and laid himself gently next to you, wrapping you tightly into his arms. He kissed the top of your wet hair and rubbed his hands all over your body. You felt calmer in his arms, relaxed and safe.
“I’m sorry that that happened baby.” Jax whispered. “I won’t let anything like that happen to you again.”
“I love you Jax.” You said simply. “Thank you for saving my life.”
“You saved your own life darlin. I love you (Y/N). I’m going to protect you for as long as you’ll let me.”
Eddie was pissed off. Actually he was more than pissed off, he was enraged. He’d spent most of free period on the bleachers, smacking his pencil off of his notepad as he glared at the football players practicing on the field. Namely Bradley. Bradley and his cockiness was the reason Eddie was about to scream.
He’d spent most of the previous night, sobbing his eyes out into his pillow, wearing one of Richie’s band shirts that was way to big for him. At the thought of Richie, his eyes filled with tears that Eddie was sure he’d cried most of the night before. His fingers tightened around his pen and his free hand wiped away a stray tear.
Why do you further the cliché that sangwoo is into forcing Bum to crossdress? I thought the manwha made it clear that it was the logical consequence for him to wear sangwoo's mother's clothes because he didn't have any himself and sangwoo's didn't fit him due to the size difference. It's not a kink and shouldn't be portrayed as one. It was a disturbing solution to a clothing problem. Stop romanticizing this manwha and the abuse in it.
Oh sweet anon, if you want to have a proper discussion with me I’ll gladly have it with you but not if you feel the need to hide behind your computer/phone screen. But for now I’ll just try and clarify, not because I owe you anything, but I like clearing up misunderstandings and preventing more from happening.
I don’t know if you just don’t read Op’s tags or you just skim past them or whatever, but this, and all my other “shippy” fanart for that matter, is in an AU where they are both healthy people, no mental disorders, abuse or anything else from the original manhwa.
If you really want to think about it, the clothing size difference is not enough of an excuse for Sangwoo not to give Bum his own clothes. How many people do you see wearing over sized shirts and belts exist for a reason. I’m not saying Sangwoo has that kink, but come on, he did that on purpose.
Relating to my own mini comic that I just posted, which I’m guessing is what you’re referring to, Sangwoo isn’t forcing bum into anything. It’s a silly dare that Yoon Bum could easily say no to. Except in my AU Bum actually likes cross dressing, a lot of people do and there is nothing wrong with it. I like drawing boys who cross dress, because guess what, they’re just clothes. They don’t define anything. You’re welcome to not enjoy cross dressing but that is your own opinion that I never asked for.
I will never romanticize the abuse that’s in killing stalking. There’s nothing cute or sexy about people harming others or holding them captive. The only instance where inflicting pain on others would be acceptable is in cases where it is consensual, such as BDSM, but I am no expert in that area so I can’t comment much on it either.
All I’m saying is, this is a completely separate world from the original. I love the characters and their designs and I love exploring different ideas and scenarios with them, that’s the whole purpose of having an AU. Again, you’re welcome to disagree, and if you don’t like it, please ignore it. Sorry if my art rubs you the wrong way, I can’t please everyone. I make art for myself, and I love and appreciate all the people that enjoy it with me. Feel free to block me or whatever you need to do, but in the future please try and refrain from sending negative messages to people, they do more harm than good.I hope you have a nice day anyway and thanks for giving me an opportunity to clarify my stance once more.
“I can handle myself and you know that! I was fine out there! What the hell is wrong with you?” You scream at the brunet in front of you, his head bowed down slightly in what could only be shame. Removing your gun from it’s holster on your thigh, you make your way to your room but not before slamming the door in Bucky’s face.
He hadn’t meant to upset you or even make you think that he didn’t believe in your strength, that was truly not his intention. You were the only person in the entire compound besides Steve who was remotely nice to him, he never wanted to offend you in the slightest.
But, when he saw you out there fighting off three HYDRA agents without any weapons other than your bare hands, something snapped inside of Bucky. He’s not sure what it was, Steve likes to call it love but Bucky always dismisses him without giving an answer, but the idea of you even attaining a single scratch made his stomach churn in the worst of ways.
Instead of fighting alongside you, Bucky pushed you as far away from the men as he possibly could and took on the trio by himself. To say you were furious was an understatement. You would have attacked Bucky the second you got the chance if it hadn’t been for Steve pulling you into the quintet.
You were a skilled assassin, trained by the best Russian team in the world from the ripe age of five before you finally managed to defect. You were talented in combat, artillery handling and manipulation, to say your strength had no limit wasn’t even the beginning of all the positives about you. Bucky knew all of this, so you couldn’t even begin to wrap your head around why he felt the need to push you out of your own fight.
“Y/N, open the door.” Bucky sighs, pressing his forehead against the cool metal. He listens carefully over the hum of his teammates having a congratulatory drink in the kitchen. “Please.” He hears cautious footsteps before the metal door sheaths itself into the wall, allowing him into the familiar bedroom he had grown to know so well.
Whenever Bucky had a nightmare, you were always the first one by his side. You awoke by the slightest stir, your training providing that slight flaw. You would console him and invite him into your room, rubbing his back until he fell back asleep. You had even helped Bucky to get his nightmares to decrease by talking about his past with HYDRA.
Bucky notes that you have changed out of your skin-tight, black suit and into an oversized tee. “I’m sorry that I made you upset. I didn’t mean to, I just got nervous.”
You scoff, tossing your long hair into a bun. “You were nervous? That’s funny because you clearly weren’t nervous about taking on three HYDRA agents all while pushing me across the damn room.” You snap, placing your favorite fluffy socks onto your cold feet.
“I wasn’t nervous about them, Y/N. I was nervous about you. I don’t know-”
“I can take care of myself.” You snarl, cutting him off completely. “You know damn well what I can handle and that was nothing for me. I was fine, I knew what was happening. If i wanted a damn babysitter I would move back home with my parents.”
Bucky nods, shifting on his heel while looking directly at you. “I wasn’t trying to treat you like you were less than, I only wanted to make sure you were safe.” He admits, anger starting to build in him for the second time that day. “Did you ever stop to think for one second that maybe you could have died? That they could have attacked your blind spot?”
“I had it handled, I knew where every weapon was. Do you think I’m that reckless that I’d put myself in a situation I didn’t think I could get out of?” You ask, the anger dissipating as fatigue overtook your body.
“One wrong move and they would have killed you! Do you even understand how much that would kill me? To have to watch you get hurt and know I could have done something about it?” Bucky starts to yell, his metal hand running through his hair harshly.
You groan, rubbing your eyes. “You should know better than anyone else that I can take care of myself. I am not this fragile being that you and Steve like to think I am! I my be four years younger than Nat but I’m not a fucking baby!” You scream back, your fists clenching.
“Then stop acting like one! Stop putting yourself in positions where you could be killed!” Bucky yells back, his aggression matching your own.
“I’m doing my job! I’m so damn sorry that I can’t just sit in an office, out of harms way! I’m a trained assassin Bucky, do you forget that? I have killed more people than I’d care to admit, I’m always in danger. I’m always going to be in positions where my safety could be compromised, but it’s the life I was forced into and I can’t just leave it because I could die.”
Bucky hears the hint of sadness in your voice when you talk about your prior profession. He knew that struck a nerve with you, he knew how sensitive you were about that. You had always tried to be as nice as you possibly could be just in case that could make up for your past in any means. He knew your past would haunt you everyday for the rest of your life, it was worse than his own. Bucky at least got to have his mind erased after his torture whereas you had to remember every hit, kick and wound that you attained.
“No. I’m done with this. If you want to keep arguing then so be it but I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” You sighed, wiping your face before laying in bed with your back to Bucky.
Bucky sighs, sitting at the foot of your bed with his hands in his lap. “I pushed you away because I was scared. I was scared that you’d get hurt and that i’d never have the chance to tell you how I feel. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much that sometimes my judgement gets clouded when it comes to you and the only thing on my mind is how I’m going to protect you even though I know you can protect yourself.”
“I can’t go on missions with you because I get so distracted by you and if you’re okay that I usually end up being the one who gets hurt. I just love you so much and the thought of losing you terrifies me because that means I’ll never be able to hear you talk about that new book you read and how amazing it is or watch you make blueberry pancakes to cheer me up on bad days. If I lost you, I’d be a god damned mess, I don’t know if I would ever be able to pick myself up. I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t believe in you, I do, more than anything in my life.”
Bucky waits in silence, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his lungs try to collect air after the rant he just produced. When he’s greeted by nothing but silence for a few moments, Bucky nods and stands before walking to the door. He flicks the switch, turning the lights off in the room.
Before he can leave, he hears a muffled “Stay.” He waits a moment, wanting to make sure he wasn’t just imagining things. But, sure enough he hears it again, it’s faint and tired but it’s there. “Stay.”
Wading back to your bed, Bucky’s greeted by your warm arms wrapping around his metal arm, tugging him down onto your bed. You curl up next to him, cuddling him as you would after one of his nightmares. “I love you too.” You murmur.
A smile spans itself across Bucky’s face, his teeth rubbing against your forehead. “Pull me away from a fight against and I’ll rip this arm right off.” You threaten. Bucky chuckles, knowing very well you’re beyond capable of it, but in the moment he’s too overwhelmed with happiness to be afraid.
Everyone has told Haru, how they love and respect him. So why exactly after he had a talk with Rin in 12th episode, Haru started to open up and then “found it”?
We all know that after ’that race’ with Rin, Haru stopped swimming competitively, because he felt guilty. And we know that Rin never actually blamed Haru, and always thought of him as “his shining”. But what some of us don’t know Haruka doesn’t think of himself as “shining”, but “darkness”.
The thing is - Haruka’s swimming had HURT people before. Here are actual quotes from High Speed! 2
“It’s not just Shouta. Asahi being unable to swim the free, the ‘darkness’ haunting Ikuya’s heart, all of it is caused by Haruka.Even Makoto told him that he wants to go to a place where Haruka isn’t. He might be that kind of existence. Just by being there, he ends up hurting someone. The ‘darkness’ inside of him ends up cornering people.” (x)
“He can’t deny it. It’s impossible to deny the ‘darkness’ inside of him. He gets the feeling that if it were given some sort of motive, it’s going to come to life right away. It was impossible to deny the existence of such ‘darkness’.” (x)