#neoposting

if there was one thing you had learned about sakuya, it was that his hands always searched for yours. it was something natural, almost instinctive—like he couldn’t go too long without feeling your fingers intertwined with his. and you weren’t complaining.

tonight was no different.

the two of you were out on a date, strolling through a lively night market, the warm glow of lanterns illuminating the streets. the air was filled with the scent of sweet pastries, grilled food, and the distant melody of a street musician playing a gentle tune. the whole place felt like a scene from a dream, but nothing in the world felt as magical as the way sakuya reached for your hand.

it was so effortless, so natural—his fingers laced through yours as if they were meant to be there. he gave your hand a light squeeze before lifting it to his lips, pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles.

"you're mine to hold, right?" he murmured, his deep voice carrying a hint of shyness despite the confidence of his words.

you felt your cheeks warm, but you smiled, squeezing his hand in return. "always."

sakuya grinned, clearly satisfied with your answer, and continued walking, never once letting go of your hand. even when you stopped at a food stall to buy some taiyaki, he kept holding onto you, playing absentmindedly with your fingers while you waited. he traced small circles on your palm, gently brushing his thumb along your wrist, as if memorizing the feeling of your skin.

when you finally got your treat, you both sat down on a nearby bench, the night sky twinkling above. You broke off a piece of your taiyaki and held it up to him. "here, try this."

instead of taking it from your hand, he leaned forward and took a bite directly, his lips grazing your fingertips. his eyes twinkled with mischief as he chewed. "tastes better when you feed me."

you rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart was racing. he was just too cute.

as you sat there, sakuya rested your intertwined hands on his lap, his free hand covering yours completely, engulfing you in his warmth. every now and then, he’d run his fingers along yours, playing with them as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. "your hands are small," he mused, comparing them to his own. "they fit perfectly in mine."

you pouted slightly. "are you making fun of me?"

he chuckled, shaking his head before lifting your hand and pressing it against his chest, right where his heart was. "no… i love them. i love how they feel in mine. i love holding them. i love holding you."

your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into his side, resting your head on his shoulder.

for a while, the two of you just sat there, enjoying the peaceful night, hands still tightly intertwined. a cool breeze passed by, making you shiver slightly, and sakuya immediately noticed. without saying a word, he let go of your hand just long enough to remove his jacket and drape it over your shoulders. yhen, just as quickly, he reclaimed your hand, bringing it up to his lips again.

"better?" he asked softly.

you nodded, squeezing his fingers. "much better."

he smiled, looking down at you with nothing but pure affection in his eyes. "good. because i don’t plan on letting go."

then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a few seconds as he sighed against your skin.

"you're too precious," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

your heart fluttered at the warmth of his gesture, but before you could respond, he tilted your chin up ever so slightly, his thumb grazing your cheek. there was something so tender in his gaze—so full of adoration—that it made your breath hitch.

and then, with the gentlest touch, he kissed you.

it wasn’t rushed, nor was it dramatic. it was soft, slow, and filled with all the unspoken feelings he had been pouring into every touch, every glance, and every squeeze of your hand throughout the night. it felt like home, like warmth, like the silent promise that his hands would always be there to hold yours.

when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his fingers still wrapped around yours as he whispered, "i love holding your hand… but i think i love kissing you even more."

you giggled, your heart swelling with happiness. "then you should do it again."

and he did.

because, just like holding your hand, kissing you was something he never wanted to stop doing.