"I don’t," he stated, as if it weren’t obvious enough. He knew that Aiko from time to time was uncomfortable in RIrishiyo’s house, but he didn’t really care. He knew that if Aiko left one day, even if he said he was going to be gone forever, he’d come back. It’s like a loop.
He noticed from the beginning that Aiko didn’t want Ririshiyo to start talking to him, distracting him from the book, but it couldn’t really be helped because if Ririshiyo wanted some attention he would get it, and that’s just how it was. In Ririshiyo’s mind, that was a rule. If he’s going to be given the cold shoulder than you might as well just dig your own grave. “I don’t want anything,” he answered simply, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"But it is boring in here because you’ve had your eyes on that book for a lot of hours," he sat with his legs spread apart, then noticed he was wearing a skirt, and sat neatly again. Ririshiyo didn’t exactly know how long Aiko was reading but he did know that he was reading it when Ririshiyo woke up, which was no less than an hour ago. An hour too long. "Do you read those kind of novels to fill up some sort of empty void inside your heart?"
He scoffed at Aiko, obviously not really giving a damn whether or not that question was too personal or not, it didn’t matter anyway. Those kind of questions weren’t uncomfortable for Riri, so why should it be uncomfortable for Aiko? He played it off as if what he just said was some kind of funny joke, but still expected an answer.
…An empty void inside your heart? The words echoed uncomfortably through his ears, a ringing sound shooting through his brain. Aiko couldn’t help but feel a stab of pain target him as Ririshiyo smirked at him. Whether it was a joke or not, Aiko couldn’t tell. It was always hard distinguishing between Ririshiyo’s cruel words and his meaningless jokes. The look on his face suddenly made him feel worse.
"There’s something about romance novels," Aiko stated, shrugging his shoulders. "Love is difficult to describe… I think if anybody can write a good book about it, they must be an incredible author." The seventeen-year-old boy stood up from the ground, placing the book onto a wooden shelf of others, ones that he most likely already read.
Ririshiyo always made Aiko feel so insecure. It almost reminded him of the crude memories he shared with his parents.
But something made Aiko stay with Ririshiyo. There was like a tether between them, and Aiko kept on swinging back to him, no matter what the case was. He expected the couple life to be different… Ririshiyo was the first person he did have a serious relationship with. Then again, Ririshiyo was never really the one he actually desired.
"What kind of books do you like to read?" he asked, giving him a small smile as he turned the attention towards Ririshiyo.