C66 I Am Not Bend

Arun hadn’t slept. The memory of Riku’s presence pressed on his chest all night—the false drunkenness, the fingers brushing too close, the weight of someone who refused to stay outside his space.

When dawn broke, Arun dragged himself to the window seat. The koi glided in their endless circle, oblivious, and for a moment he wished he could trade places with them—silent, untouched, free