Desires were frankly very new to Xion.
While the other boys whispered about girls and fantasies, laughed at lewd jokes, or passed magazines under desks, Xion sat quietly in the corner, ears red, pretending not to hear.
Sometimes, he even wondered if something was wrong with him.
While his classmates and peers spoke loosely about such matters as watching porn and being rowdy in the dorm about beauties, even at the peak of his puberty, Xion felt like they were in two completely different worlds.
He didn't really feel the same adolescent urges that others did.
After all, for most of his life, he'd been too preoccupied with simply keeping his little world from falling apart.
Perhaps, after being called a disgusting pervert by his high schoolmates, he had never allowed his mind to wander into that territory again.
Or maybe it was those medical terms, constantly repeated in his brain, that drained any charm from such thoughts.
