you were meant for me;

[ tighnari's heart is pounding. his stomach is in knots.

this isn't like him. he's not the sort to have an idol to begin with, let alone to allow himself to throw himself at one, but - cyno is different. cyno has always been different. when tighnari first saw him, singing his heart out at a small corner cafe, he'd known that cyno was something special. his raw talent and intensity for his work had shone through even then, when he was a nobody, when tighnari watched him over a book and felt his stomach twist.

he's followed cyno ever since. tighnari finds his way to every concert, though it's been getting more and more difficult as cyno's popularity began to soar, and ticket prices skyrocketed. balancing school with his little obsession had been difficult, balancing it with his work life now is even more difficult, but he manages, for now. and he thinks it's time. time he splurged on himself, time he chases after the one little indulgence he's allowed himself. backstage passes. a vip, one on one meet and greet. tighnari had had to save for over a year to afford it, and now, here he is, standing in front of cyno's dressing room after a thorough pat-down, trying not to throw up all over his shoes from the nerves twisting in his gut.

it's fine. it'll be fine. this is what tighnari has always wanted.

taking a deep breath, tighnari tugs at the large cowled neck of his oversized sweater, and knocks on the door. ]

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[ this isn't tighnari's first heat, but it's certainly his most intense one.

he's never had a partner for it before, after all. he's only ever had himself, his thoughts, his fingers, but now he has cyno, and gods, it's all been a dream. when he'd knocked on cyno's dressing room door that night, he'd never expected to walk away with a date, with a boyfriend. he'd never expected that cyno would feel the same way about him in return, that their attraction would be mutual, even if cyno had turned down tighnari's very persistent advances. and he's continued to turn them down, despite the very real tension between them, the magnetic attraction that's nearly overwhelming. honestly, tighnari is beginning to wonder if cyno perhaps has no interest in fucking him at all.

nevertheless, tighnari's season has come, and with it, the heat pulsing beneath his skin, clawing right into his bones. they enjoyed a nice lunch together, and tighnari had squirmed in his seat the entire time, his socked foot sliding along cyno's thigh - but cyno hadn't given in. a movie after that, during which tighnari's fingers had sneaked beneath the hem of cyno's shirt, his mouth at cyno's ear, whispering filth - but even then, cyno hadn't given in.

now it's nearly evening, and they're at a bookstore together, and tighnari is all but out of his mind with frustration, and more than a little irritation. when cyno rebukes him again, tighnari throws up both hands. his face is flushed. he's so incredibly wet. yet cyno is still resisting. ]

Gods, Cyno, if you don't ever want to fuck me, just say so -