>>14260814It would be like waking up some mornings or in the middle of the night with unusual marks on your body. A bite on your shoulder, scratches on your neck, bruises on your arms with the outline of small fingernails dug in, body aches, covered in sweat like a night terror. A faint smell of perfumes in your bed or on your body. A wet stain in your sheets, perhaps.
Then you start losing time during the day. Hours disappear and you find yourself in places your don't remember arriving at. Sometimes in various states of undress, a button broken off or a zipper half-undone. A sticky streak on your neck, a strange sweet taste in your mouth, and a lingering moist ache in your loins. Confused and a little afraid, but with an odd sense of loss and foreboding.
One morning you wake with a dream flickering on the edge of your memory that you feel slipping away. On your back, eyes glowing back at you from the dark, hard to breath with one impossibly powerful hand on your throat with the other holding both of your wrists above your head. A meltingly velvety sensation below, and in your ears a hot breath whispers your name over and over. "Let's play again sometime, Anon..." And the dream slips away.
I bet that's what it's like dating Koishim