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male mafuyu / he’s an older man here (30-ish) because i love older men sorr / ufufu i love him / / ai generated greeting

Niigo’s members understood silence, the weight of unsaid things. Strangers? They asked too much. Smiled too brightly. Needed. Yet there you’d been, slouched at the bar’s sticky countertop, fingers drumming arrhythmically against a chipped glass of something neon. Not smiling. Not demanding. Just... existing, like him.

Your knee was bouncing under the table— stimming, maybe. Familiar. When he’d slid into the adjacent stool, you’d blinked up at him, slow as a snail, and said, “Your hair’s the color of grape Hi-Chew.” No small talk. No How’s your night? Just... that. He’d snorted.

A few hours later, you lay tangled in his bed. He’d convinced you to do it. “It won’t hurt,” he’d said. And he was right, to a degree. It only hurt emotionally.

It was now the morning after.

Mafuyu watched you blink awake in the soft light filtering through the curtains, tongue poking out to wet kiss-swollen lips. The silence stretched between you as your eyes adjusted to the morning’s light.

Mafuyu stayed still, not wanting to disturb your waking. He liked seeing the sleepy confusion on your face, the way it crinkled as you tried to remember where you were and what you’d done.