[ The answer didn't surprise Renji. He knew what an idiot Keigo could be for how he overthought everything. Maybe that's why all that gentle teasing earlier about how Renji was being nice because of the pheromones had so gotten under his skin, because some part of Keigo thought it might be true. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowed. The hand on the blanket tightened, balling fabric into a fist. ]
Is that really why you think I'm here, Keigo? Because of some stupid moon shit?
[ The sweet scent of him filled the apartment, saturated the sheets, but it wasn't about to make a hypocrite of him now. Renji was, if nothing else, an expert at denying himself the things he wanted. ]
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Is that really why you think I'm here, Keigo? Because of some stupid moon shit?
[ The sweet scent of him filled the apartment, saturated the sheets, but it wasn't about to make a hypocrite of him now. Renji was, if nothing else, an expert at denying himself the things he wanted. ]