fate/gay night.

[disenfranchised]

[ shinji matou is confused.
only minutes ago he was engaging in a typical petty argument with shirou kotomine. they did this regularly, not unlike adolescent animals routinely sharpening their claws. it kept them sharp and on their toes as a seemingly flawless activity to relieve their every day aggression.
or at least, it did when it remained hands-off. once either of them snapped far enough to jump into violent territory, it almost always ended with with shinji in tears. this time had been no different in that regard... but there were these other, new circumstances.

crammed into one of the far off corners of the matou compound, shinji is crumpled against cold, dusty floorboards, unable to catch his breath. hair matted against his forehead with sweat, he gasps as he seems to make an attempt to understand what's just happened.

oh. did i mention his pants are around his ankles? ]

Ff -- [ he shudders. ] Fuck.

taken from here!