“Oh Miru please don’t cry...it’s gonna be ok. Do you want to tell me why your upset?” Sasha felt like his heart was crumbling, seeing Miru so sad.

“I’m pathetic Sasha. I wish I could love you back but I can’t...I’m disgusting. I’m ruined. You said you liked me and I got hard! Why? I hate it. I have nothing to give you! I hate this feeling!” Miru sobbed.

“Oh...Miru.” Sasha bowed his head. He wasn’t a counselor. What could he do? “I wish...I could help you. I’ll do my best.”

Sasha glanced up slightly, seeing through the water Miru had indeed gotten hard. He looked away quickly.

“Miru...do you want me to leave?”

“...no. I’ll just turn the tap cold. I hate touching myself, it makes me feel like...well...a slut.” Miru sighed. Sasha gulped. He’d never get used to how frankly Miru spoke of these things.

“Oh-okay. Um, also...please tell me if there’s anything I can do. I’d do anything for you, honestly.” Sasha looked straight into mirus eyes. The younger man met his gaze, looking conflicted.

“Sasha. I can’t stand it anymore. Will you...help me?”

“Of course. What can I do?”

“I’m...not sure. I’ll get out and put some clothes on first.” Miru stood up out of the water, his waist at Sasha’s eye level, leaving nothing to the imagination. Sasha quickly stood. How come he’d only known Miru a few days and yet he saw him naked multiple times? Sasha handed Miru the towel, and the boy wrapped himself with it, shivering a bit in the cold air.