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The first thing Iwase notices about Aoba Suzuki is his eyes.
Jet-black, doe-shaped, swimming with a subtle blend of self-contempt and sad naivete.
To look at them is infuriating; Iwase no longer has the luxury of naivety since Kenshin has risen to the top.
So Aoba is the perfect target, and his frail body, the perfect punching mitt to let off his frustrations on. Defenseless, he never complains and always comes whenever Iwase demands.
Maybe he’s scared, or just a masochist. Iwase doesn't care to find out which one he is, at first.
Then Kenshin saves Aoba, actively robs Iwase of everything. Iwase almost gives up.
That’s why when Aoba drags him on the school rooftop, the self-contempt in his eyes replaced with a fire he has long lost, Iwase gives in.
Watches Suzuki’s shamelessness with awe and envy.
Tries to ignore the contours of Suzuki’s burgeoning muscles and the warmth blooming in his chest whenever Suzuki's looking at him with sparkling eyes, asking to be taught something.
But Iwase fails miserably.
It’s raining outside when he first kisses Suzuki in the empty gym, and he’s burning with the warmth of a beaming sun when Suzuki kisses him back.