[Kiyo returns with a doorstop of a book in his hands. He sits down, flips through the page until he finds a suitably cringeworthy passage, clears his throat and begins to read...]

[... To Shuichi.]

When he had scaled the highest peak, when he hung suspended over the abyss of ecstasy, he paused, deliberately, waiting for me. I shredded his silk shirt with my nails and moaned, moving beneath him, wrapping my legs around him, and that great dam of sensation began to give, began to topple. I opened my eyes and stared up at the stars flashing, glittering, dancing with silvery brilliance...

[He's just reading this in the most uninterested monotone, like he's trying to add more discomfort to an already cringey passage. Someone stop him.]