Friendship, or more? Something the two of them was never sure of. Should they play video games while holding hands? Should they not even play video games, and just hold hands? Or maybe even just play video games, because they were friends. Best friends. Nothing more, nothing less, best friends.

At least, that's what Misaki had decided on. He was not interested in Saruhiko in that way; they were best friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Saruhiko, on the other hand, wasn't so sure on this so called 'friendship'. He knew they were best friends, but there had to be something more, something, just something. But they're best friends, nothing more, nothing less.

It was hard for Fushimi to agree with his redhead partner, because best friends didn't kiss, and oh fuck - they'd kissed. They'd kissed and it sent fireworks through his body. His veins burnt from the inside and he could feel it; he could feel the poison of Misaki melt into him. An addiction. An addiction that made the fine line between friendship and more almost invisible. The line that separated temptation and reality, the line that wasn't meant to be crossed. If you gave into temptation once, you'd sure to get lost. The daring moment of which they'd make eye contact, Saruhikos eyes flickering to Misakis lips and back, seeing that small smile linger - seeing his best friend sitting in front of you, his shirt soaked from the rain outside and you just want to, no, you need to touch him. He needs to feel the fire inside of him, he wants to be infected, he wants to be Misakis victim. He wants the poison inside of him; rushing through his veins. Saruhiko wants to feel alive.

It's a curse, being friends with him. Demons claw away at your insides, begging you to just reach your hand out, reach it out and touch him. Whispers of instructions, the demons don't shut up once you let them in, they're always there, just sitting - waiting. The demons inside tease you; make you go insane. And Saruhiko was always his most creative when insane.