Aoba:

Ahaah…my eyes really are bloodshot. How lame. (sighs) That reminds me… Earlier I was gonna take a bath. What should I do… I guess I’ll just take one. (he starts to undress)

Clear:

(enters) Excuse me, Aoba-san! I washed all of the towels and hung them out to…

Aoba:

Mmh–

Clear:

…dry…

Aoba:

A-ah–

Clear:

Ah… um… I’m sorry! I’ll. Leave. The towels. Here. Then. I’ll leave. U-uuhm–! I didn’t see you shirtless or anything, Aoba-san, please excuse me!

Aoba:

(approaches) Clear.

Clear:

Aah… ah… Aoba… san… (Aoba shuts the door) Eh? U-um… if you shut the door then…I can’t get outside…

Aoba:

(exhales) It’s fine. You don’t have to leave.

Clear:

Eh?

Aoba:

Clear–(he kisses him)

Clear:

U-u-um…A-Aoba-san…I’m sorry–um–but could you let me go?

Aoba:

(voice lowered) Why?

Clear:

Aah…that is…o-our hips are completely flush…mine and…Aoba-san’s…

Aoba:

Mmh (he shifts against Clear)

Clear:

Ah… A-Aoba-san… Please don’t push me…

Aoba:

(sighs) You know… Even though we had a really important talk… heh… Probably because I cried…

Clear:

Huh?

Aoba:

My head’s weirdly hot… My body too… It feels strange…

Clear:

…Aoba-san…

Aoba:

Right now… I really… love you…

Clear:

Ah…

Aoba:

I want to touch you… I want to be exposed by you…

Clear:

Mmh… If I take advantage of you in this kind of situation… U-um… That’s how it would be, right? Should I say–I really want it now?

Aoba:

…Mhm…That’s fine.

Clear:

Haah…

Aoba:

I’m sorry, even though it’s right after something so heavy… I’m just…

Clear:

That’s… But, Aoba-san, this is the bathroom.*

Aoba:

Mhm.

Clear:

Tae-san… Might come home…

Aoba:

Mhm. So we should hurry–(he kisses Clear again, pushing at him)

Clear:

At least–in your room–

Aoba:

I can’t do that. (he goes back to kissing Clear, they continue to make out)

Clear:

Aoba-san–

Aoba:

You too… Take your clothes off…

Clear:

Yes… (he strips)

Aoba:

(gasps and touches him) So warm…

Clear:

Yes… Aoba-san…

Aoba:

(moans, gasping) Clear… Me too…

Clear:

Ah… Aoba-san… (he works Aoba’s clothes off too)

Aoba:

(laughs) What should… We do first… How about that way… Today…? (he gropes at Clear)

Clear:

No, that’s not it… Please don’t agitate it anymore… I… If you say something like that…

(Clear pushes Aoba up, dropping down to rim him)

Aoba:

Uwah…! Mmh! Clear… there… It’s always embarrassing… Don’t lick it–!

Clear:

But… I have to properly… Prepare it, don’t I?

Aoba:

Nngh… There’s other ways…to do that… Mmh!

(Clear enthusiastically rims Aoba)

Aoba:

I said… that’s enough… Clear… don’t… get distracted… hurry–

Clear:

Aoba-san…(he pushes himself up) Aoba-san… (he pushes into Aoba, who groans) Aoba-san… Are you all right?

Aoba:

Mmh…uuh…ah!

(Clear pants and thrusts into him as Aoba moans)

Clear:

Does… your back hurt…?

Aoba:

It’s… fine…

(he moans as Clear keeps thrusting, and then laughs)

Clear:

What is it…?

Aoba:

Hah… there’s no pillow to push my face into here… a-aah… it feels good but… I’ve… gotta hold back my voice…

Clear:

Aoba-san… cling to me… please…(Aoba shifts) Since after this… I’m going… much harder…

(Aoba moans as Clear pants and thrusts into him)

Clear:

Don’t… hold your voice back… I don’t mind… if you bite my shoulder…

Aoba:

(laughs) Really, you…

(Clear starts to thrust in earnest, Aoba muffles his cries against Clear’s shoulder)

Clear:

It isn’t painful… is it?

Aoba:

Nno… right there… it feels… good…

Clear:

Aoba-san– (pants and thrusts)

Aoba:

(moans) Clear…mmh! (the two of them kiss, heated)

Clear:

I’m going to…touch here too…

Aoba:

You’re… still doing that… you don’t have to… say it… aah!

Clear:

Aoba-san… together…

(He continues thrusting harder, groaning with effort as Aoba moans, ecstatic and the two of them come together)

Clear:

…Aoba-san…

Aoba:

Is your body… all right…

Clear:

Yes…

Aoba:

(kisses his right eye and ear)

Clear:

Ah…

Aoba:

Your right eye… your right ear… and everything else… there’s lots of… proof that… you’ve done your best… carved… on your body… but… even if you replace this body… that proof… won’t disappear… No matter what you are…no matter when… you’re my precious… Clear.

Clear:

Yes…

Aoba:

Hah… but I won’t… stop learning how to repair you. That’s my wish alone. Of course, it’s for you as well. I guess if something were to happen to you I want to be able to repair you. Besides, this is just a what if, but… if I get older…when I become a wrinkled old man… then… if you’re worried about it… I can probably make your face the same way.

Clear:

(tearful) Aoba-san…I’ll make you happy, Aoba-san…definitely.

Aoba:

I’m already…perfectly happy.

Clear:

Then from now on… and on… forever…forever… I’ll be there to make you smile. That’s the reason… why I’ll go on living.

Aoba:

Ah…Clear…

Clear:

Aoba-san…