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FFM Day 22 - Secrets

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Ansim crept as quietly as his feet could carry him whilst he stole down the corridor - everyone was out, apparently on some piss-up that he’d managed to dodge by laying low. He’d heard not so much as a pin drop for about an hour for his hiding place and he’d finally seen fit to make his way back to his room: with his flatmates and his… illicit intentions for the night, he wasn’t taking chances. He closed his door and was in front of his laptop the next moment. He didn’t even turn the lights on. Taking a deep breath, he speed typed in the url whilst his eyes flicked towards the door, his ears straining to detect the slightest threat from the corridor. The dark silence was oppressive, fitting.

It loads and Ansim navigates his way to what’s he’s looking for, clicking as swiftly and quietly as he could manage. A slower breath revealed his pleasure and relief at finding his target. His eyes adjusted the longer he stared at the page, lost in moments to what his eyes were showing him. It could have been hours or it could have been minutes, but all too soon the call of nature got to him and he had to answer the call of his bladder. The hallway was still dark, a good sign to Ansim, as he marched as quickly as he could, unwilling to leave his secret vulnerable to the possibility of discovery.

But all secrets seem to have some scent that draws out those to find them and just as Ansim slipped back through the door to his room, he found it not at all as he’d left it.

The lights were on with one not-drunk-enough friend lying on his bed pulling his laptop closer as Ansim froze in panic. No one could ever see what was on his laptop. Especially not with what he’d been looking at.

At least if it was porn he could explain it away... but fluffy, Sunday-afternoon-cuddles with soul-mates, fated-from-the-day-they-were-born fan-fiction from a well know definitely masculine orientated anime? That shit would go on his tombstone.