#but mostly soft

@executefaces​ replied: "Can I kiss you?" the rogue has to ask kanata! GHDSJGHS

Politely Request a Smooch // Accepting!

Despite everything, despite the fights and the scoldings and the only semi-resolved tension throughout the years, Kanata remains certain of one thing: she is still very much in love with Mikejima Madara. Even if they butt heads (especially regarding Double Face and the kind of work he does behind the scenes), even if she lashed out and scorned him with an anger she didn’t (and still doesn’t) know how to contain... The simple truth of the matter is that she still loves him, and it seems he somehow still understands that. At least she thinks he does, given the way he stays by her side and even currently allows her to remain comfortably tucked up against his.

How much of it is forced, though? Is it just obligation? Is he only doing his ‘job’? Is it just pity, perhaps? Does he still want this? 

Scrunching her face at the notion, Kanata shakes her head and tries to shove it out of her mind. Didn’t she promise not to hold so much doubt against him? What is she doing, calling his intent into question like this? No, no, don’t doubt him so. Be better than that. Grow from the naive, selfish ‘god’ you used to be. He deserves so much better, after all. 

Especially from her of all people, she thinks.

Perhaps that is why she shifts from snuggling against his side to perching in his lap, a small but warm smile adorning pale features as she cups his face in her hands. So many times has she heard others call her beauty ethereal, but she doubts every word of it, every instance. How could she believe them, when a real ethereal beauty sits before her? This man, this rogue that they tried (and for a while, successfully did) turn her against, is far more wonderful than she could ever be. When she has done nothing but take from him and tear him down, spat venom at him and shunned what he truly is (though recently she has accepted that fact, but that is beside the point), he still allows her to stay close. He still holds her close, still cares for her and treats her the same as he always has. To her, he is like an angel, despite everything. It breaks her heart, really, but warms it all at once. It gives her hope that they might just work this out after all, and perhaps smooth out the rocky road they’ve been stuck on for years. But first, she has to learn to not take him for granted, no? To properly appreciate him, or at least more than she has already? 

To her, the most sensible way to do so is simply through physical affection. It’s her strongest suit (thanks in no small part to him, as she’s recently realized), and beyond that... She does so adore the affection. Receiving it is all well and good, but giving it? Watching the look of surprise that flits across his face and maybe even a reddening of his cheeks? Few things can compare to how wonderful that makes her feel. 

So she leans forward, peppering slow, soft kisses all over his face. To his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his jaw... Wherever she can reach, she presses a feather-light kiss, just a soft brush of lips. A smile still tugs at her lips all the while, and her fingers, too, gently brush where her lips do not trail before sliding gently through his hair. It is always so comforting when he strokes through her hair, after all, so she aims to do the same for him: to comfort, to reassure, to tell him I am here, I love you, I am sorry, I am not leaving you no matter what I made you think. 

She only stops when his hand comes to rest on her cheek, prompting her to draw back and meet his gaze curiously. Kanata goes to ask what might be wrong, if she was going too far or being too much, worry building and anxiety rising― but she finds herself cut off instead.

Can I kiss you?

A laugh escapes the former god, a smile returning even wider now as she shakes her head. After all of that, he still needs to ask permission? It’s sweet, and she appreciates it, but the notion is still so silly to her. Doesn’t he yet know that he can have anything he wants from her? Hell, he already has her everything, her heart and soul and all. A kiss is nothing in comparison, is all too easy (and so willingly) given.

❝I’d be upset if you didn’t kiss me, actually,❞ she half jokes as her hand resumes running carefully through his hair. And yet she is the one to lean in, to close the distance between them and capture his lips in a sweet kiss―