After every battle, through every moment, you had one goal, to stop any and everyone that supported Yhwach’s corrupted ideals. You fought with everything you had, and so did Ichigo and his friends.
When Yamamoto died, it was devastating. It had taken a toll on everyone. You hoped that would be the only casualty, but even that was naive. Because bodies kept dropping.
Jushiro Ukitake.
Unohana Retsu.
Komamura Sajin.
You memorized each face, each name, because you needed to be reminded why you were fighting.
At the end of the battle, Ichigo’s final face off, you were terrified. More than anything you wanted to help, but you weren’t in much better shape than any of the other reapers.
Yet somehow, just like that, Ichigo won.
You thought it was an illusion, but it was real.
The relief of everyone around was almost instant and you’d dropped to your knees, crying pathetically.
No one stopped you, because a few of them felt the same. Everyone involved had lost something or someone.
But it was over.
You were free.
“(Y/N) (L/N).”
You stood before Rukia, the newly appointed Head Captain.
All the other captains were present, lined up, ready for Rukia’s instruction.
You bowed your head, ready for your faith.
Although you were an ally in this war, you know there must have been some part of them that resented you. Not personally of course.
At the end of the day, you are a Quincy. You would accept any decision, because for once, you didn’t have to run and hide, and it was freeing.
“We will provide the necessary resources to rebuild your home in the world of the living. For the time being, I hope you will consider staying with a friend of mine in Karakura until your house is done.”
Your head lifted almost shakily, because this was the last thing you were expecting.
“B-But I’m a-”
“Comrade. One we are all grateful to have on our side.”
Her words made your eyes tear up, and the captains looking on just smiled in agreement. You lifted your hand, rubbing your sleeve against your cheeks to stop the tears, but they just kept coming.
“T-Thank you..”
Rukia smiled, moving to your side as she placed a hand on your shoulder.
For the first time in your life, you felt like you were living.
Ichigo was the one who’d offered to take you to where you would be staying.
“If he does anything weird, don't be afraid to kick his ass.”
You laughed at the instruction as Ichigo continued to give you pointers on his former mentor.
Urahara Kisuke.
Walking in stride with Ichigo, you couldn’t help but feel fortunate. You’d not only made loyal friends, but they’d taught you what it was like to have hope again.
You gave a tug on Ichigo’s sleeve, and he turned, about to question it, but you moved forward, wrapping your hand around him as you hugged him tightly. He was clearly taken aback, but when he heard the muffled thank you in his shirt, he couldn’t stop the smile. His hands lowered, and he patted your head.
“You’re welcome.”
When you made it to Kisuke’s shop, they were already inside waiting for you.
Ichigo gave introductions and you nodded to each one of them.
Tessai, Jinta, Ururu and finally..
“Kisuke Urahara, friendly and respected shop owner. “
He moved closer, fan in hand, getting in your face.
Ichigo was quick to kick said man in the face. His body dropped like a log and Ichigo merely huffed.
“If you do anything weird to her I’ll kick your ass hat ‘n clogs.”
You weren’t sure what their relationship was like, but clearly this was normal because the rest of them had just casually gone back about their day as if their boss had not just been floored. Kisuke stood, rubbing his face.
“That’s really mean Ichigo, don’t you trust me.”
“Not at all.”
You were still peering at him curiously. Kisuke merely tilted his head to the right.
“I thought you would be older. Your outfit is cute.”
It was just a statement, but he jumped forward and hugged you, laughing happily.
“That’s so nice of you to say! You can stay here as long as you like!”
He was laughing joyfully, which just earned a kick from Ichigo.
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It was safe to say for the days that followed you didn’t see much of him.
Nor could you forget how good his touch felt in those few fleeting moments before you’d reacted so poorly.
You’d admitted a while ago that you cared for the man. You just didn’t realize how much until he looked at you that way.
Like you were something precious that he wanted. Your face heated just thinking of it.
You need to see him, clarify, explain.
It was a bit hard given your schedule. You’d gotten a bit busy with work, and you supposed the same must have happened with him.
By the end of the week it became clear that you would have to be the one to make the first move.
When you showed up at his store, the flustered look he wore was easy to read.
“(L/N)-san, w-what a surprise.”
He was laughing loudly for no reason and you glared.
“Are you really going to pretend?”
His laughter slowly died down and he rubbed the back of his head. He probably would have felt a bit more at ease if there was actually anyone here but him. You’d pretty much cornered him in his room. Given how poorly he reacted, he couldn’t really be mad.
From his expression it was clear he wasn’t sure what to say.
“Listen, there’s no need to worry about what happened. It was a lapse in judgment on my part. It won’t happen again so you don’t have to be so serious about the whole thing. It was just an old lonely shopkeeper acting on a one sided interest. “
He started laughing again and somehow it made you mad. Your head lowered.
“Y-You’re wrong..”
Your soft mutter made him pause. You were gripping the sleeve of your shirt, and when he finally looked directly at you, he didn’t expect the blush that adorned your cheeks.
“I-It’s not one sided. I-I was just surprised. I-I’ve always run away from everything in my life, b-but I don’t want to run away from you so please..”
You flash stepped forward, and he was a bit taken aback when you hugged him tightly, clutching onto his robes.
“P-Please don’t run away from me…”
The desperation of your plea, doubled with your hold made him realize just how much you’d probably been holding this in. His intention had been to play off his feelings so you wouldn’t feel pressured or uncomfortable in his presence. But it’s clear that he’d got it completely wrong. He sighed, wearing a smile as he returned the embrace.
“I’m sorry for making you feel so uneasy. I should have handled this differently. I suppose there are still a few things I need to learn.”
You loosened your hold, and when you looked up, he was wearing a smile.
“Maybe in the future I should-”
His eyes grew wide when you gripped the lapels of his coat and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands were extended awkwardly, a blush gracing his cheeks. Your face wasn’t much better, but you seemed so content with the touch, and his eyes slowly closed as he happily returned the kiss.
His lips felt warm, soft, and you’d never realized how good he smelt before. You supposed working around sweets and other treats had a lot to do with that.
It also explained why he tasted so sweet. You took a step forward and he stumbled, falling onto the bed at the shift in weight. Your lips separated and all he could really do was gape.
“W-Wait a second (L/N)-san, m-maybe we should pace ourselves.”
Your hands moved to the front of his robes and he squealed when you pulled the fabric open.
“Can we have sex?”
“So bold!!”
He seemed to run through a list of why you should wait, and when he felt you drop your head on his chest, his ranting stopped.
“I-I’ve never experienced this before so please..be my first..”
He could hear the bashfulness in your voice, and the restraint he was trying so hard to maintain felt like it snapped right there and then.
You squeaked when your back hit the mattress, and when you realized that his hat was now laying on the floor, your cheeks heated up. You always seemed to become more aware of him when his hat was gone.
“You really shouldn’t tempt a man like that.”
The statement made your breath stagger, and when his hand slipped under your shirt, you couldn’t help but look away a bit shyly. He smirked, lowering as he pressed a kiss to your neck, hand cupping your breast. A soft sound escaped you, hand reaching out to grip at his green robes.
“What a cute sound.”
He teased when he pulled back. His hands moved to his coat, and he slipped it off easily. The view of his chest seemed more present without the extra piece of clothing. Your lips quivered in anticipation, and when his focus moved to your pants, you could just watch.
He seemed to be careful with everything. Hands moving to the edge of your shorts as he slid them down your legs. When you pressed your legs together shyly, he stopped for a moment with a soft smile.
“If you’d like to stop, please tell me.”
You shook your head, shooting up into a seated position.
“I-I don’t!!”
You were adamant, and he laughed.
“Then you should hurry out of all those clothes (L/N)-san.”
Another teasing.
You puffed your cheeks, and he didn’t expect it when you swiftly removed your shirt and bra in one go. Both articles dropped to the floor as you looked at him, urging that he do the same. He couldn’t stop his smile.
“It seems I’m no match for you.”
He reached for the tie at his waist, and the minute his robes sagged at the shoulder, the sight of his exposed torso left you a bit breathless. He was a lot more muscular than you expected. His robes are apparently a bit deceiving.
A little squeal left your lips when he playfully tackled you to the bed. You meant to retaliate, but his lips moved to your neck and all coherent thought went right out the window. His hands were exploring your body, and you were shyly trying to keep in any moans. He must have caught on, because his lips moved to your ear, and it became harder.
“How cute.”
He licked your ear and a pleasant shiver ran up your spine.
“I’m gonna make sure you’re nice and wet.”
His hand slipped into your underwear, and you gasped at the sensation of his fingers stroking your heat. Your legs trembled and despite your best efforts, a loud moan followed. All he was doing was slow tender touches, but you were falling apart. Urahara licked his lips, pleased with the sight of you so aroused beneath him.
His lips moved to your neck, and you jolted slightly when he gave a soft nibble. Your brows knitted as you continued to moan at the soft bites he was now littering on your skin. His slow touches had increased in speed, and the tinge in your stomach had you a bit startled. You made a grab at his shoulders.
“U-Urahara!”
He just hummed, and when he pinched that little bundle of nerves, your hips jerked forward into his palm as you cried out. The suddenness of it had you whimpering as you continued to hold unto him. The wave felt like it took so long to pass and when your hips lowered, he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Did it feel that good?”
He whispered into your ear.
Another whimper left your lips at his tone, and when he slid your panties off, you found yourself anticipating what was to come next. His hand gently parted your thighs, and you gasped when you felt his hardened member at your entrance. He stopped for a moment, and you could tell from his expression what he was going to ask.
“P-Please..”
You were desperate, and he bit his lip, nodding as he slowly pushed his way through. You held on, very aware of the soft grunts Urahara let out.
It took a moment, but he was fully inside, and you were trying to calm down your heart rate. It felt like it was about to jump right out of your chest. You were skin to skin, and the heat from both your bodies was everything you never knew you needed.
His hand on your thighs had tightened a bit, and when you chanced a look, you could see the slightly strained look on his face as he smiled at you.
“You’re..so tight..”
You flushed.
“I-I’m sorry..”
You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. Urahara merely chuckled, and your eyes widened at the jolt that ran through your body.
“W-Why are you getting bigger!”
This time he couldn’t help but laugh, and he gave a playfully roll of his hips that made you let out a strangled moan. Your hands were fighting to hold him, and when he saw the reaction, he grinned.
The next thrust was a bit harsher and the moan that you let out was much louder. The second he started moving, you couldn’t do much but writhe and moan beneath him. He seemed to be hitting the perfect spot, because every time he drew back and pushed his way in, your body would tremble in response. You were a mess, alternating between holding him and crying out. Before you knew it, his thrusts had increased in speed and strength.
You didn’t expect it when he slightly adjusted your body on the bed and lifted one of your legs, thrusting into you from an angle. This time you actually screamed and he chuckled into your ear, nibbling softly.
“So vocal just for me.”
Your hands moved to the bed sheets, and when he shifted again, you were grabbing at a pillow when he pulled out to offer you a chance to catch your breath. You were panting, stomach pressed to the bed as you fought to put your thoughts together.
You barely thought much of it when you felt him lifting your hips. When you felt the tip of him again, your eyes widened and you barely had a chance to say much before he was sliding back into you.
The angle felt amazing, and now you were hugging the pillow as he continued his steady thrusts from behind. Your body jerked with each movement, unable to process much but the blinding pleasure of each action.
You could feel his chest against your back, and when he covered his hand over yours softly and picked up the pace, you were teetering. He was leaving kisses at the back of your neck as he whispered soft encouragement and endearing words at your reactions to everything that he did.
You were completely at his mercy and he was loving it.
You hadn’t lasted much longer than that first time. The feeling in your lower belly returned, this time much sharper than before. You gasped, and he must have realized, because he just continued to thrust faster.
You were almost gasping his name, and when your release hit, another scream echoed in the room. Urahara groaned in pleasure, riding out your orgasm that had triggered his own.
You were sure how long it took to come down. When he finally slid out, you slumped into the sheets, body spent. Urahara dropped right next to you, a sleek sheet of sweat on his face, and a content smile on his lips.
You were still getting your breath together and he gazed at you fondly, hand reaching out to comb through your hair. You looked so beautifully disheveled.
He leaned over, dropping a kiss on the top of your head as you blushed, burying your face into the pillow.
Ichigo rose, sheathing his blade with a nod. Kisuke behind him, lifting his fan.
“Hollows are dangerous. I know you were trying to help that ghost, but you shouldn’t put yourself in danger like that."
“Hai, thank you again!”
You bowed and Kisuke chuckled.
“You should let Rukia know that it was a false alarm. No unusual activity. Just a lost soul.”
Ichigo nods.
“I will. Look after her.”
Kisuke merely waved Ichigo off with a sway of his fan and a grin. In seconds Ichigo was gone and you straightened.
Kisuke turned to you.
“Now that he’s gone, are you ready to tell me who you are?”
You just offer a smile.
“I-I’m not sure what you mean. I was lucky that the reaper showed up.”
You laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.
Kisuke closed his fan, his emerald gaze trained on you.
“You can drop the act. I’m not as naive as Ichigo. You knew we were close so you ensured that we caught you at just the right moment so you wouldn’t reveal yourself. Quite impressive."
His eyes were probing and the smile finally dropped from your lips as you lowered your hand. Your gaze hardened.
“I’m not a threat.”
“How can I confirm that?”
Gritting your teeth, you glare.
“Are you picking a fight?”
Kisuke didn’t need to be told that you were powerful, he could see it in your eyes.
“I’m not. I actually wanted a favor.”
For a moment you think it’s a joke, but his eyes show sincerity. Your shoulders relax.
“A favor?”
“Yes. Although you’re strong, I can tell it isn’t malicious. You were trying to help that soul. When you felt us approaching you were just trying to protect your identity. I get the feeling that’s because of someone we both are weary of.”
Just the mention has your body tensing.
“Sosuke Aizen.”
Your jaw sets, and Kisuke nods.
“He’s a problem both for this world and theirs. There’s a war coming. When it comes I just need you to protect him.”
“That child, Ichigo?”
Kisuke nodded.
“He might be the only thing that can stop Aizen from tearing the world of the living apart. I get the feeling you like it here as much as I do.”
He’s right. You haven’t survived this long to let Aizen tear away your peace. Especially in such a beautiful world.
“I do. I have people here that mean a lot to me.”
You can’t take the chance of anything ever happening to the family that you’ve built.
“Tell me what you need.”
Kisuke was certain it would take a lot more convincing, but he’s pleasantly surprised. He just smiles, holding out his hand and you take it.
That was how it started.
Your partnership.
When he said protect the kid, you didn’t think he meant literally.
Isshin was seated at Ichigo’s side, and you were at the other.
The war Kisuke spoke of came faster than you expected. A threat to Karakura was a threat to you. That’s why as you and Isshin guarded Ichigo's unconscious body, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts stray. You knew Kisuke had a plan. He hadn’t told you in detail, but from the moment he discovered your strength, you decided that there was nothing that should surprise you about this man.
After Ichigo’s face off and Aizen’s ultimate sealing, you stood at the sidelines watching the injured get attended to. Before you moved to offer your assistance, you caught Kisuke’s eyes and he smiled, sending you a nod. It felt like you hadn’t truly done much. You basically played bodyguard. But you could see he was grateful, so you returned the gesture with a smile.
It had been a few years before you saw him again.
He’d ran into you on your way back from one of your classes.
“So when you said family, I didn’t realize you meant an entire school.”
You nod, playing with the flower petal between your fingertips.
“I never truly understood how important humanity was until I was stranded here without memories. These humans, they took me in, treated me like their own. It’s my duty to repay that debt.”
Kisuke’s earlier assumption was correct.
“You were a soul passed on.”
“Yes. Somehow I was reborn. It caught the interest of some dangerous people.”
Now it makes sense why you’d so eagerly agreed to fight against Aizen.
“He tried to hurt what was precious to me, so I removed his first creations. After the encounter, he was wise to keep his distance.”
Aizen was always better at studying from afar. While he was inquisitive by nature, even he knew when to leave well enough alone.
“That kid, he lost his powers.”
Kisuke shouldn’t be shocked that you picked up on it.
“He did.”
Although he said that, Kisuke didn’t look worried.
You squint.
“You’re planning something aren’t you?”
“Eh? I don’t know what you mean.” He started laughing loudly as he waved his fan around and you smiled.
“You’re still as troublesome as when we first met.”
Not much had changed.
You would see each other a few times in the year.
The battle with the fullbrings caught your attention, and when you felt that surge of power, you knew exactly what it was. You were happy. So the very next day you stopped by the shop. Sure enough, Ichigo was standing there, sword and robes present.
“Hey, it’s you again.”
You gave a small wave.
“It’s good to see you’re a reaper again.”
He looked shocked, and he meant to question it, but Kisuke stepped out. Still rocking those terribly ugly stripes. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of ease. Somehow, as long as Kisuke was there, you knew that this town that you treasured so much would be okay.
Ichigo was off to the soul society and Kisuke had offered to walk you home.
“Life seems very settled now.”
Kisuke smiles at the observation.
“I suppose as settled as it can be. I might be getting too old for these wars.”
You giggle.
“So am I.” You respond.
You both exchange a look, continuing the rest of the trip in a comfortable silence. When you stop at your door, you turn to him.
“Thank you Kisuke.”
Not just for the company, but for helping to protect something that was important to you.
“I suppose I’ll see you around.” You state.
“I was hoping it would be sooner rather than later.”
The statement leaves you a bit puzzled. You tilt your head in question and Kisuke laughs.
“If you haven’t figured it out in all these years it might be naive for me to just expect you’ll put it all together.”
Kisuke takes a step forward, and when he takes your hand in his, your cheeks heat up.
“I would like to see you again.”
This time it clicks, if his gaze is anything to go off. You stumble over your words and his smile just grows wider as he bends over and leaves a kiss at the top of your palm.
“Have a good night (Y/N).”
The smoothness in which he delivers that goodbye has your heart racing. Kisuke releases you, tipping his hat. In a blink, he’s gone and you’re left standing there somewhat gaping.
“He..just asked me out on a date..”
Have you really been that blind?
It’s clear that power sometimes equals obliviousness.
You never understood why your zanpaktou was an ice type.
You hated the cold.
Yet your abilities seem to be the very representation of that.
“Oh, what do we have here?”
Your head turns from your seated position on the roof.
“Ah, I guess I lost track of time.”
You hadn’t realized that you landed on the roof of his shop. Maybe it was instinct.
“Still wondering about your shikai.”
You hum, looking down at your blade in your hand. A prior battle with a hollow had revealed it to you. At the time you were merely trying to protect Hanataro.
“It feels like a punishment.”
Of what, you aren’t sure.
Standing, you just shrug your shoulders.
“I should get back. Rangiku and the others are leaving in the morning.”
“I see, have a safe trip back to the Soul society.”
You smile.
“Arigatou, taicho.”
Kisuke laughs and you blush.
“Ah, gomen.”
It’s a bad habit. He had been your captain a couple hundred years ago. But things are different now. When he showed up again, you felt relieved. You never knew what happened to him and initially you assumed the worst. Now it feels like those old feelings have resurfaced. Considering how much you all have been through, it isn’t a surprise.
“I appreciate the gesture, but I’m not your superior anymore, no need to be so formal.” He lifts his hand, ruffling your hair. You just stare at him for a moment, then lower your head.
“That’s right.”
Some things really would never change.
“Why are we messing around in the Rukongai?”
“We’re on official business.”
Although Kisuke said that, so far you’d stopped by a bar, played with some of the children and saved him from getting thrown out a shop for smart mouthing the owner. Now you’re just trudging through the forest.
Usually you trust his judgment, but he is notorious for being very aloof.
“Taicho we-”
You jolt at the sudden release of pressure, and you gasp when he grabs you, jumping. A hand appears as if out of air, and the spot you once stood has an indent in the ground. Your eyes shake in fear at the size of the hollow. You’re both airborne. Although this isn’t a menos, it’s fairly big. It turns, and you assume Kisuke intends to attack, but it’s body drops.
You hadn’t even realized that Kisuke had drawn his sword.
There’s a slash across its chest that has just become visible. It lets our one last shrill cry before it disappears.
Kisuke finally lands, still holding you in his arms.
“I apologize, I suppose I got reckless. I was wondering when it would show.”
You’re still in a state of shock. Because apparently he’s known this entire time, but you only picked up on its position when it was merely inches away from you.
“There’s been a few attacks in the last week. I needed to make sure that I had it right. That hollow has been targeting souls in the Rukongai with higher levels of spiritual pressure.”
Now it makes sense.
“Possible recruits..” You mutter.
Kisuke nods.
“It’s drawn to their energy. That’s why I needed to survey the area. Ensure I spotted all the places it was. I had a feeling it would be tracking us. It’s possible that a hollow of that caliber has power, but not much intelligence. It’s only concern was feeding. So it can’t truly tell the difference between regular souls and reapers. It gave us the upper hand.”
You can’t believe it. Many people seem to overlook Kisuke because of his personality, but it’s obvious that he’s more than what others assume.
You grip at his coat.
“A-Arigatou, taicho.”
Your hands are still trembling a bit, because that was quite scary. Had he not been there you could have definitely faced some serious injuries.
Kisuke takes notice and his eyes soften.
“Don’t worry, I’ll never let harm come to you.”
That time seems so distant.
Those words of reassurance when you were scared, they had an effect. That’s why it hurt so much when it was assumed that he died. You couldn’t fathom it. Now he’s back, but not much has changed.
To him you’re still a naive subordinate.
It’s vexing.
But there is really nothing else you can do about it. So you stay focused.
The missions are quite frequent.
So much has happened that you aren’t surprised that they are being so vigilant.
This particular afternoon you had just given Ichigo the report. You know more than anything he’s happy to be a soul reaper again.
Yoruichi is perched on the window sill as you all converse in Orihime’s room.
“So it was just a ripple effect?” Orihime questions.
“Yes, I believe the recent attainment of Ichigo’s powers might have just sparked a reaction. There’s nothing to worry about. The activity has diminished considerably."
Orihime looks a bit more assured. You know she isn’t a fan of conflict.
“Don’t worry, I'll protect you if anything happens.” Ichigo assures.
For him it’s a gut reaction. You smile at the delicate blush that adorns Orihime’s cheeks.
“I should get going.” You inform.
Yoruichi rises.
“Are you going to see Kisuke?”
You shook your head at her question.
“Rangiku and Ikkaku have already reported the head captain’s order so there's no need for me to see him.”
“Is that so?”
Her manner of speaking felt like a hint to something.
“Is there a reason I should see him?”
She shrugs.
“I just thought since you’re in love with him you would want to take every chance.”
She smirks as your face flames up. Orihime brightens and Ichigo just scowls.
“W-What are you talking about that’s ridiculous!!”
It’s not.
“Maybe I misread it. Ignore what I said.”
It’s hard to ignore something like that.
She casually jumps out the window and you frown.
After an embarrassing farewell, your thoughts stray.
“Am I being that transparent?”
You’ve been pretty good at compartmentalizing. At least from your perspective.
Walking through the streets of the town, you sigh.
“This is irritating.”
If she made that assumption, then has Kisuke made the same? His behavior hasn’t truly changed despite all the years you've known each other.
“I didn’t think I’d run into you here.”
You lift your head at the voice, and there he is. Wearing those horrendous stripes and that smile.
You end up walking back to the shop with him, exchanging notes on the past few visits. Standing at the entrance of his shop, you’re about to bid him goodbye.
“Please let me know if anything else changes.” You say.
“I never thought I’d see the day. You sure have grown.” Kisuke smiles.
He reaches out to pat you on the head but you step away from the gesture, and Kisuke lowered his hand.
“I’m not your subordinate anymore. There’s no reason for you to continue treating me like one.”
You bowed, hoping that it would cover the hurt that realization brought.
There would never be anything more between the both of you.
Straightening, you intend to leave, but he’s much closer than you anticipate. You try to back up, but you stumble and he catches you at the waist. Your mouth is slightly agape, and he’s wearing that look again.
So unreadable.
“T-Tai-”
“That’s not my name.”
You swallow, and the second his hand lands on your cheek, your eyes are wide.
“I never said anything about my care being solely because you were my subordinate. I was very good about exercising restraint back then because I assumed my feelings were unprofessional. You looked up to me and I had no intention of abusing that position. But we’re no longer those people. I should have never stifled my feelings. I should have been honest to you. Regardless of my insecurities.”
Your lips quiver and you bury your face into his chest, because your heart won’t slow down. Kisuke smiles at the way you grip his robe.
“Are you alright?”
He’s teasing.
“I-I’m fine.” You mumble.
You just need a moment.
Chuckling, Kisuke leaves a kiss at the top of your head.
The action makes your head lift, and when he takes that soft look in your eyes, he can’t seem to help himself. He leans in and your cheeks immediately flush at the softness his kiss provides. You grip tightens on his robes and you press closer, returning the kiss. Kisuke smiles against your lips, appreciating the warmth that your body provides.
He supposed all those years of restraint, at this moment, it was worth it.
