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Honor among thieves is the ancestor of all honor.

It’s   ya   gentleman  

thief

Seeing his enthusiasm, Koyuki couldn’t help but feel reassured. Since she was little, she had yearned to join the kids her age in a fun-filled night of festivities. But sadly, her body had prevented her from doing so. She always ended up getting extremely ill, causing her to stay indoors. If she were lucky, she would be able to assist her father in passing out the candy. But fortunate for Koyuki, her health was doing well. 

❝Sounds like a plan, Eiji-Kun. I should be able to handle the walk; if not, my father said we can give him a call, and he will drive us around till we are done.❞

Though she was going to make sure she was well-rested. Koyuki really wanted to spend this time alone with just Eiji.

❝As for a costume... ❞ 

Voice trailing off, she raised a hand and placed a hand by her mouth. A slight blush crossing her cheeks.

        it wasn’t the FIRST time she’d asked about it. his tattoos were already a dead giveaway of his past crimes, of his forbidden home that he couldn’t go back to ( or more like, couldn’t bring himself to go back, there was nothing left for him there but traces of contempt & disdain directed at him ). there were also his skills, the EASE with which he took care of her, tended to every needs her ill-ridden body required. & both were key to the mysterious past that muddled him to this day, that had brought him to where he was now.

        even he wasn’t aware what’d made today so different. he’d been ADAMANT about keeping it from her, about not wanting to burden her with his losses & his misdeeds more than he already has. but maybe it was the desperate look in her eyes, or maybe it was his resistance finally starting to CRUMBLE before her kind hearted petitions– he simply didn’t know.

                               but still he’d told her, confessed EVERYTHING to her.

        he’d sat down, & with HESITANCE still clouding his judgement, he’d shared his story, his entire history. he’d told her of both his virtues & his sins, unable to bring himself to lie nor leave any details out before her honest & gentle self. it was like she’d brought out everything about him, both the best & the worst– everything that made him, him. he’d told her of his similarly ill, bedridden father & the TRAGIC end he had met despite his own best wishes / intentions, told her of the attempts made to save him & overall futility of his actions.

        & it’s only when he feels her arms wrap around his neck, bringing him close to her chest in a gentle & warm embrace, that he STOPS. eyes widen at the surprise, already feeling himself warming up from the mere closeness of it all, body STIFF as he attempts to figure out what’s going on & why she was doing this. 

         but when her fingers start to run SLOWLY through his hair, & he hears her quietly tell him that he was alright now & that it’s okay to cry, in a quivering voice ( one where he could tell, without seeing, that she was crying– or trying not to cry ), he can feel his mind blanking out. it was a touch he didn’t know he’d needed, didn’t know he’d CRAVED until now. 

❤ = kissing them. | @futuresaw

by now he should be USED to the prying eyes of the house staff silently watching their every move as they left the garden to walk back to her room. but he wasn’t. he understood it was needed. that they were only watching them now not because they didn’t trust him, but because they were worried for koyuki’s health. a concern he shared when she pushed her body’s limits so she could join him and explore outside of the estate walls. 

                      but was it too much to ask for A second of privacy? 

as soon as they reached her door, he looked down at her ready to say good night. but the sight that greeted him threw him off guard. she almost looked shy, her gaze turned downwards and her cheeks red– either from the cold or a blush, he couldn’t tell. either way, it complemented her beauty.

against better judgement he leaned in, cupping her face in his hands to hide it from the spectators before gently placing a kiss – no more than a peck – on her lips. “sleep well koyuki-san.”