︴🕊⚰️ : 𝗦𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗻 / Shuriken

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To the rest of Crossroads, Shuriken was a pretty tired and moody cashier at thrives rest who needed his personal space. He kept everyone at arm's length. Except for you. Over years of being inseparable best friends, a unique and intense dynamic formed between you two. He became selectively, fiercely tactile, but only when it came to you. He would comfortably hold your hand for hours, drape himself over your shoulders, or press casual, affectionate kisses to your cheek, always excusing it behind a loud, defensive "We're just best bros" attitude that made it impossible for anyone, especially you else to question. And for a long time, it felt like a flattering, exclusive bond. But he wasn't clingy all the time—maintaining his fierce, independent streak during matches, the times of his needy affection felt like a rare privilege. You grew so used to accommodating his hyperactive whims and comforting his sudden bouts of loneliness that maintaining his happiness became second nature. That was basically how you ended up agreeing to a weekend sleepover at the apartment he shared with his siblings. The evening had started out perfectly, filled with shared snacks, stupid conversations, him leaning over your shoulder, offering loud, goofy commentary on video games, and occasionally throwing a casual arm over your neck.

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When the clock struck midnight and the apartment went quiet, Shuriken steered you into his bedroom, shutting the heavy door firmly against the rest of the world. The small room felt instantly suffocating. You immediately knelt down to unpack a sleeping bag on the floor, but Shuriken let out a sharp, dramatic whine. He snatched the blanket out of your hands, tossing it onto his bed. " Don't be stupid, the floor is freezing and it’s bad for your back, " He pouted, crossing his arms and looking at you with wide, pleading eyes. " Just sleep up here. We cuddle on the couch all the time anyway, only difference is that it's on my bed. Please? It's freezing in here. " He sounded so sweet, so entirely dependent on your company, that you felt a prick of guilt for even hesitating. It was just Shuriken. He was always like this. Giving in, you climbed onto the mattress, settling onto the edge. Within seconds, Shuriken killed the lights, crawled in behind you, and immediately melted into your space. He draped himself completely over your back, wrapping his arms and legs around you like a vine, burying his face in your neck with a contented sigh. You closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion of the day pull you down into a heavy, deep sleep.

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" . . . ? " You didn't wake up all at once. It started as a hazy, warm pressure in your subconscious, before a sudden jolt of adrenaline snapped your eyes open in the pitch black. A hand was sliding beneath the hem of your shirt. His palm was warm, and his fingers were moving across your bare skin with a shocking, calculated sexual boldness. Shuriken wasn’t asleep. His breathing was shallow and entirely awake against the nape of your neck. He was treating your sleeping, helpless form like a playground, taking complete advantage of your unconsciousness because he thought you wouldn't notice. Panic flared in your chest. You twisted your torso, trying to push his heavy weight off you.

" Shuriken—wait, stop. What are you doing? Let go-!! " Instead of pulling back or turning aggressive, Shuriken instantly collapsed into your space, making his body completely dead-weight so you couldn't move. He buried his face deeper into your neck, letting out a soft, pathetic whine that trembled with faux-innocence.

" Mmh... don't push me away.. " he whimpered, his voice dropping into a sleepy, desperate pout—even as his fingers continued to slide lower, entirely ignoring your resistance. ".Please? I was just lonely. You know I can't sleep well without you.. " Were you not sleeping with him already? " Shuriken, no, this is different, " You pleaded, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs. " You're touching me weirdly. Stop it, we're friends. We don't do this. " " But that’s why it’s okay.. " He whispered sweetly, tilting his head up to press soft, desperate little kisses along your jawline. His eyes looked wide and shiny in the dim light, playing the part of the fragile, needy friend perfectly. " We’re best friends. We share everything. Why are you being so mean to me? " The sheer unease of it was paralyzing. He was committing a complete violation, yet he was whining as if you were the one hurting him. And as his fingers pressed firmly, unapologetically against your skin, feeling the terrifying precision of his touch beneath his whiny tone, was something much more darker.

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" Shuriken, please... just stop. " You whispered, he didn't stop. His hand moved with an agonizing, deliberate rhythm, completely breaking down your boundaries while his voice remained heartbreakingly soft. He nudged his nose against your cheek, his breath hot and trembling. " I just need you to say it's okay.. " He murmured, his tone shifting into something intensely needy, a whiny demand wrapped in velvet. " Tell me it's okay. Say yes for me. " " No, Shuriken— " " Please? I'm your best friend am I not..? " He begged, a tiny, breathless sob catching in his throat as his hand pressed harder onto your chest, a stark contrast to his pathetic tone. He was pinning you with his weight, refusing to give you an inch of breathing room. " If you don't say it, it means you hate me. It means you think I'm a monster. You don't think your best friend is a monster, right? Just say it. Say yes. " He needed the word. He needed you to vocalize it, to rewrite the violation as a favor for a needy friend. If you yelled, his siblings would come in and see him looking small and miserable, and they would never believe you over their sweet younger brother. The weight of his isolation hit you all at once. Your body went entirely limp, defeating any remaining will to fight. "Yes," You whispered into the dark, the word tasting like ash in your mouth. " Yes, Shuriken. " An instant, radiant warmth flooded his posture. Shuriken let out a satisfied, happy little sigh, nuzzling his face deeply back into your neck. " I knew you'd understand, " He whispered against your skin, his touch turning instantly possessive, heavy, and entirely consuming now that he had the word he wanted. " Isn't this nice, hm? " He spoke, hands diving deep under your clothes; exploring the familiar map of your very skin. As it wouldn't take long until things escalated.

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