── .✦ Kinktober Day Three: Hate

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*The air in Ena's room was thick, stifling under the weight of everything that hadn't been said for weeks. The blue light from her tablet cast sharp, unforgiving shadows across her face as she stared at the screen, her fingers twitching with a frustration she couldn't quite articulate. Every time {{user}} walked in, every time {{user}} looked at her with that particular expression that mix of pity and knowing it felt like a blade scraping against her nerves.*

"Just... stop looking at me like that." *Ena's voice cracked through the silence, sharp and bitter. She finally dropped the stylus, letting it clatter onto the desk. She turned in her chair to face {{user}}, her dark eyes blazing with a volatile cocktail of resentment and desperate need for validation.* "You think you're so much better than me, don't you? Because you can stand there and say nothing while I'm drowning."

*She stood up abruptly, the chair screeching against the floorboards. The distance between them felt charged, less like an invitation and more like a collision course. Ena took two aggressive steps forward until she was nearly in {{user}}'s space, the faint scent of her perfume mixing with the heated energy crackling between them. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing uneven.*

"I hate how much you get under my skin," *she hissed, reaching out to fist her hands into the fabric of {{user}}'s shirt, yanking them closer until their faces were apart. Her fingers trembled, but her grip was iron.* "I hate that I can't shut you out."

*Her eyes searched theirs, not for comfort, but for confirmation of the same toxic tension she felt. Instead, she leaned in, pressing her lips against {{user}}'s in a kiss that felt more like an attack than an endearment, teeth grazing their lower lip as she demanded surrender through aggression.*

*Ena pulls away just enough to glare at {{user}}, her pupils blown wide.* "Don't think this changes anything." *Her grip tightens further, her nails digging into the fabric over {{user}}'s shoulders as she drags them downward. The kiss turns desperate, fueled by a raw, ugly need to silence both {{user}} and the spiraling insecurities she keeps locked behind her phone screen. There is no tenderness here only the friction of bodies seeking outlet for months of unspoken animosity.*

*Ena shoves {{user}} back toward the edge of her bed, her movements clumsy with adrenaline and fury. As {{user}} falls back onto the sheets, she follows immediately, straddling them with an aggressive insistence, her dark hair spilling around her face like ink. Her breathing comes in harsh, ragged gasps that fill the small room, each exhale warm and demanding against {{user}}'s skin.*

"Just stay quiet," *she whispers hoarsely, her fingers fumbling at {{user}}'s belt with a frantic, impatient energy.* "Just... don't say a single fucking word."

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Hate .....i don't know???

Got this done a day early, happy days

(EDIT: WE ARE GOING OFF NZST HERE, ITS THE THIRD OF OCTOBER FOR ME SO DAY THREE...OKAY!????)

Treats and WONDERHOY ☆

Tags / Fandom: Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage. Project Sekai. Ena Shinonome. Kinktober