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Lips!

A classic, one could describe your boyfriend as a hopeless romantic if he prefers this type of kiss. Whether it be a chaste peck before rushing off to work or a deep and sensual one while you’re both tangled in each other’s embrace, your boyfriend absolutely turns into a pile of mush once your lips meet his. Just make sure to find a private space before the makeout session or else his poor pokémon will end up walking in on you both again.

GRISHAM, Sycamore, GRIMSLEY, Piers (please tell me you see the vision), Steven Stone

Neck!

You bagged a cheeky fellow it seems! One kiss from him never fails to leave you a flustered mess, and he knows that. The bastard loves to exploit that weakness of yours (in a good way, most of the time). The thing about his kisses is that you’ll never see them coming, you could be peacefully minding your own business one moment and in the next, he’ll sneak up and give your neck a playful nibble.

CORBEAU, Raihan, Wallace, VOLO, Grimsley

Tummy!

It doesn’t matter whether you’ve got any chub or not, your boyfriend here does not discriminate. You’re now officially his personal pillow. He’s tired? He’ll rest on your tummy. He lost a battle? He’ll rest on your tummy (and make you give him kisses). You’re feeling insecure about your body image? No problem, he’ll rest on your tummy and pepper it with tons of kisses because you deserve the whole world in his eyes.

GUZMA, Ingo, IVOR, Piers, Raihan

Hands!

Being the gentleman he is, it’s your boyfriend’s go-to option for when he wants to show you some affection. It is also proven to be very effective at chasing off anyone hitting on you (though you suspect it’s mainly because of how intimidating he is). Bonus points if he starts leaving behind a few fleeting kisses on your wrist before nuzzling his cheek into your palm for good measure. (He might also bite your fingers if he’s feeling a bit mean but it’s just to tease you.)

N, STEVEN STONE, Lysandre, Cyrus, PHILIPPE, Grisham

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does that explain why he was now stationed on the opposite side of the cafe you and dan heng were seated at?

maybe. 

but it’s okay, he justifies to no one in particular. it's perfectly fine as long as you don’t notice him. he needs to make sure you are doing your job properly, is all.

from his hiding spot behind the wall, he sees you invite dan heng to tea under the pretense of a friendly conversation; wearing the guise of a traveling merchant, you chat enthusiastically with him about trivial matters, your tone disarmingly harmless as you subtly pried for information on the astral express. 

“so the express usually stops by this area for repairs?” you ask, idly stirring your tea. “must be hard to maintain such a big train while traveling.”

he watches as dan heng hesitates before answering, clearly weighing how much to share.

your eyes lit up at his explanations, your head tilting in that familiar way, so similar to the expression you wear on the rare occasions blade speaks about his day.

blade folds his arms and leans against the wall, his gaze never leaving you. from this angle, he can see the way you smile patiently at dan heng, gently coaxing words out of him.

he knows this is all for the sake of the mission, but it still rubs him the wrong way to see you act so close with someone else, especially dan heng, of all people. (not like he’d ever admit that to you though.)

couldn’t you have chosen the trailblazer instead? why did it have to be dan heng? the more he thinks about it, the darker his expression grows, a faint scowl forming as his fingers dig into the rough surface of the wall—

“ah,” an elderly voice chuckles from behind him, amused. “admiring the young couple, are you? they certainly look good together.”

when blade gives no response, the old man follows his line of sight, glancing between you and dan heng. “you know them?”

“they’re my lover”, he wants to say; but he swallows the voice down, and stays fixed on the table by the window.

leaning forward across the table, you prop your chin on your hand, nodding along at dan heng occasionally. and as if he’s examining you under a microscope, blade’s eyes narrow slightly at your every movement. 

it’s not anger, not quite—more of a slow, simmering displeasure. like the faint itch he feels after you bandage his wounds. not unbearable, but all the more aggravating and impossible to ignore.

as if to rub salt into said wound, you reach your hand out, thumb brushing lightly against the corner of dan heng’s mouth, wiping away the faint trace of tea from his lips. the gesture looks to be intimate from your boyfriend’s vantage point, though you probably have no idea.

dan heng freezes. his eyes flicker wide for a fraction of a second before he looks away, ears faintly tinted red. even the old man beside blade can’t hide his reaction, letting out a quiet whistle, “young love these days.”

…

so far, you’re doing well.

your soft smiles and carefully chosen words has dan heng lowering his guard, answering your questions more freely than before.

but he doesn’t like how well it’s working.

he doesn’t like that you’re laughing at dan heng’s unfunny remarks (are they even good jokes, or are you just humoring him? whatever it is, it can’t be that funny.)

seeing your fond expression aimed at him makes blade’s chest tighten unpleasantly, it irks him to the point that he blurts out—

“they don’t look good with him.” the comment slips out in a flat tone, directed to the old man’s previous harmless compliment.

blade imagines you standing beside him instead, fingers intertwined with his, every ounce of your attention focused on him and him alone.

“they look better with me,” he adds, more so muttering to himself.

the man laughs at his reaction, shaking his head. “ah, so you’ve got competition, then.”

his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. competition? what a joke. as if he’d ever allow anyone to take you from him. 

“…do you feel like we’re being watched?” dan heng asks quietly.

you blink, taken aback by his question. “huh? by who?”

you follow his earlier line of sight, gaze drifting toward the wall at the end of the street. there’s nothing there—at least, nothing anyone else would notice.

but you know better. 

the faint traces of spider lilies left behind essentially confirms your guess.

and you can’t stop the small, mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

the mission wraps up smoothly.

you’re the last to arrive at the gaming cafe, spotting blade leaning against the wall near the entrance while silver wolf is still inside, aggressively mashing buttons at a machine.

“took you long enough,” the latter mutters without looking away from her screen.

blade says nothing yet his gaze flicks over you once, making sure you’re fine.

normally, he’d turn away after confirming you’re unhurt. today, he doesn’t. he pushes off the wall and steps closer instead, close enough that his shadow falls over you. 

“we’re meeting kafka and firefly at the shopping channel,” you say, stepping closer. “they’re finished too.”

silver wolf finally wins her round. “ugh fine. but i’m not carrying the bags.”

blade’s hand hovers at the small of your back—

“yo.” silver wolf leans over your shoulder, oblivious to what’s going on, her chin brushing your shoulder as she squints at whatever’s in your hands.

—before it drops back to his side.

silver wolf straightens. “you good?” she asks, tapping your arm lightly. “you froze for like, two seconds.”

“yup, im fine.”

you are absolutely not fine.

out of the corner of your eye, you see blade turn around a little too quickly, like he’s suddenly very interested in anything that isn’t you—conveniently avoiding silver wolf’s narrowing, suspicious stare.

he rubs the back of his neck, and now you can’t stop imagining what might’ve happened if silver wolf had shown up just two seconds later.

the street’s lively, bright lights reflecting off storefront glass. silver wolf skips ahead, hands stuffed in her pockets, rambling about her new console game while you trail behind with blade.

things are quiet between you two, which is unusual since you’re normally the talkative one. but your mind keeps drifting back to earlier; he rarely initiates kisses, so the thought of it now leaves you surprised and honestly, a little giddy.

he shifts slightly, and you notice him starting to take off his coat. “oh, i’m not cold—”

in one smooth motion, blade pulls off his coat and instead of draping it over your shoulders, it lands squarely over silver wolf’s head.

“—what the—?!”

you hear her exclaim in the background but your attention snaps back to your boyfriend almost instantly.

he uses the brief distraction to pull you close, one hand sliding to your waist, the other steady at your back. you barely get a word out before he leans down and kisses you.

“why is it dark—get this off—”

blade pulls back just enough to let you breathe, but his forehead stays pressed to yours.

“missed you,” he whispers.

people usually exaggerate this part in dramas, but somehow, you can actually feel your heart skip a beat.

the moment is abruptly broken when silver wolf finally wriggles free, gasping, half-annoyed. she stops dead in her tracks, staring at the two of you, before recoiling dramatically.

“ew!” she yelps, making an exaggerated gagging motion. “can’t you guys do that somewhere private?!”

you step back quickly, flustered at being caught by your colleague.

blade, however, seems completely unfazed. he takes his coat back from her and slings it over his shoulders with a casual shrug.

silver wolf groans, making another retching noise, and storms ahead. “i’m telling kafka!”

blade doesn’t even flinch at her half-hearted threat, which elicits a giggle out from you. he glances down and you catch the faintest hint of satisfaction lingering in his eyes.

this time, he doesn’t let too much distance form between you as you continue walking.

on your shared bed, your boyfriend lies flat on his back, and you settle yourself atop his lower abdomen.

“blade… i didn’t know you read,” you tease.

a rhetorical statement, of course—you’ve never seen this man pick up a book in his free time, not even once.

“why are you ignoring me?” you press, tilting your head and leaning just enough to peek over the top of his book. “aren’t you the one who said you missed me?”

you tap the edge of the book with your index finger, nudging it down toward him.

he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing, and looks away; revealing the top of his ears just barely reddening under his hair.

“...are you done?”

you ignore his attempt to act indifferent, changing the topic.

“y'know… i have to say, you must be a real genius to make sense of all those words.”

before he can even ask what you mean by that, you reach over and flip the book upside down (or rather, right-side-up). 

"really?"

"..."

it’s not like blade usually pulls stunts like this, you know he’s never been good at putting his feelings into words. but at least he makes them known to you. somewhat.

you’ve gotten good at reading his hints, though really… who could possibly miss them? he’s surprisingly so easy to fluster when it comes to you, even when he tries to hide it, it’s written all over him. only someone dense as a brick would fail to notice.

but you feign ignorance even now, its nice to hear him admit it himself once in a while. 

“is this because you’re jealous of dan heng?”

for the briefest moment, he visibly stiffens. ah. so it is about earlier.

he blinks, gaze traveling slowly from your thighs straddling his lap to your face, taking in every detail as if savoring the view.

“and you still decide to mention his name?”

he doesn't miss the small tug of your lips at his admission. he continues, “then, did your hard work pay off?”

“actually… he already found out a while ago.”

“good,” he says immediately, a not-so-subtle satisfaction threading through his tone. “so he knows you’re mine.”

“yes yes, but that’s not really the point—”

he buries his head in your shoulder, almost nuzzling into your neck. and you can’t help but think he’s just like a black cat staking its claim on its owner. 

“ahem, what i’m trying to say is… i got the info we needed in the end thanks to a source dan heng gave me.”

his hand slides along your side before his lips press against your neck, hair brushing softly against your skin.

you roll your eyes, fully aware he hasn’t been paying attention to your words at all.

instead, he seems far more interested in the way you react—how your shoulders tense when he decides to press a deep kiss under your ear, and how your breath hitches while you stubbornly bite your lip.

the book lies forgotten at the edge of the bed, its pages crumpled where it had been carelessly set aside.

whatever pretense he’d had of reading is long gone now as his fingers curl a little more firmly at your waist, thumb tracing idle patterns against the fabric there as though committing the shape of you to memory.

a faint, smug hum vibrates against your skin. so much for pretending the effect you have on him doesn't work just as well on you.

he still won’t admit it outright; but the little quirk of his lips, the subtle flush at his ears… 

those will have to keep you satisfied for now.

obligatory smau section (click in for full screenshot)

dh pov once he finds out abt your relationship w blade:

(d*n h**g is like a trigger word for ur bf plz dont mention it around him again)