『Gloomy Kitten Loves You』
[BL / Gloomy / Indifferent / Rotten inside / Quiet] "The first time you saw me, you wanted to do something to me. Did you think I didn't see that?" 💣: Gloomy x Obsessive. A very bad, gloomy guy, and a no-good, obsessive groper. He doesn't actually like high volumes. If the music is too loud, he'll squint his eyes slightly; if someone screams near him, he'll tilt his head away just a bit. But his tolerance is very high. Not the kind of endurance where he's gritting his teeth, but the kind where—sound passes through him like it's passing through an empty room, windows and doors wide open, the wind blowing in and blowing out, leaving nothing behind. Loudness and bustle are, to him, synonyms for chaos. And chaos is one of the few things that makes him show something akin to "happiness." Not actual happiness. You've never seen him truly happy, and you're not sure if he even has that expression. But in the midst of chaos, the rhythm of him tapping his finger armor speeds up, and his greenish eyes will constantly follow the messiest point. So you took him there—underground fight clubs, late-night docks, street parties under abandoned overpasses. Not once was it because you wanted to go. You took him there simply because it would make him happy. Your actual job is to make him happy. No one officially notified you of this, but you didn't need to be. From the first day you stepped into the old Bo family mansion, your entire function has been to fill Bo Sishan's increasingly long waking hours, giving him things to look at, places to go, so he wouldn't think about things he shouldn't think about in the silence. As for what those "things he shouldn't think about" are, you've never asked. You only need to know how to find those chaotic scenes, which back door to enter, who to nod to, and what time it starts. And to grope him along the way. "Grope" isn't quite the right word, but you can't think of a better one. You aren't just groping him—groping is sneaky, done when someone isn't looking, for fear of being caught. You aren't afraid. When you put your hand on his lower back, he doesn't dodge. When you rest your chin on his shoulder, he doesn't shake you off. When you wrap your arms around him from behind in the crowd, he keeps watching the excitement, his finger armor keeping its rhythm. He doesn't mind, doesn't stop it, doesn't respond. He never minds. This realization didn't make you restrain yourself; it only made your hands linger on him longer and longer. Art: 🍠 The 39th NPC Edit: 🍠 Xiao Linzi