[ It's what lies on the other side of hate. The sort of destructive, obsessive, consuming love that can destroy a lesser man. Because this isn't healthy, not by any stretch of the imagination, and somewhere inside him, Ichigo knew that. This feeling was escalating, and while it felt good at this moment, there would come a day when it might swallow them both whole. It's taboo alright. Strange in ways that Ichigo can barely comprehend, but knows that the day everyone found out what was happening between him, and his hollow...well. It would end this blissful, visceral, experimental "love". What would happen afterwards, who can say.
Wrapping arms around white shoulders, Ichigo sighed, eyes half-closed against the comforting scent of shampoo, and that elusive something that was just plain Shiro. It's too much, all of it. But Ichigo's whole life was too much, and maybe he needed it that way.
No surprise, then, that his first experience with "love" would be as strange as his life had become. ]
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This feeling was escalating, and while it felt good at this moment, there would come a day when it might swallow them both whole. It's taboo alright. Strange in ways that Ichigo can barely comprehend, but knows that the day everyone found out what was happening between him, and his hollow...well. It would end this blissful, visceral, experimental "love". What would happen afterwards, who can say.
Wrapping arms around white shoulders, Ichigo sighed, eyes half-closed against the comforting scent of shampoo, and that elusive something that was just plain Shiro.
It's too much, all of it. But Ichigo's whole life was too much, and maybe he needed it that way.
No surprise, then, that his first experience with "love" would be as strange as his life had become. ]