🫣 for a "ALMOST" kiss. ryuu and yuri
NEW YEARS EVE KISSES.
the sky is erupting with bright colors as fireworks bring light across a moonlit valley. a spectacle for all to witness. sounds of joy, laughter and celebration in the distance.
a hand, secure and warm, is resting upon her shoulder. but not just any hand. his hand. they are seated together on a bamboo bench, dressed at least, in celebration of the new year to come.
she feels his leathered fingers cup her chin, bringing her gaze to meet his. her palms come to rest on his upper torso, almost as if they're going to snake around his neck.
she knows what's coming. the warmth of his breath as his mouth inches closer. fingers flex in anticipation. however, just as he's about to kiss her, she catches his chin.
her words soft.
‘ kisu suru no ni tokubetsuna jikan wa iranai yo, doragon. ’ ( we don't need a special time to kiss, my dragon. )
@priscus.










