#praeterituuss

He tenses at the sudden hug, arms flashing for a brief moment. He looked over and relaxed, seeing a familiar face. “Afternoon Yuki.” Soren turned to properly return the hug. He just finished training but figured the other didn’t mind. He also used the other’s actual name since it was only them in the training grounds.

It had been quiet since she had been left behind. Since her dearest love had left with his sons to return to his world. ‘I promise I’ll come back’ his words would often echo in her mind whenever she finds herself missing him to the point it hurts. There had been nights where she would tirelessly look for him in her dreams. Always clinging to the desperate hope that she could reach him at least when she was sleeping. But she could never find anything more than a figment of her memories.

It had taken two years for her to finally get used to his absence, to the idea he might take decades to return to her, or that their last moments together might have truly been their last.

She had been in the back of the store, a book in hand as she was reading over the first chapter to see if it had been worth buying. A love story between a young maiden and a beast... ‘How Ironic’ she thought with a small smile.

The sudden voice yelling throughout the otherwise quiet store startled the woman. Quickly tucking the book back into the shelf she makes her way to the front, only to find herself staring at the scene of her old coworker trying their best to calm the older gentleman down.

Biting his lip lightly, he watched those beautiful wings for a moment before looking back to the handsome hero. Smiling, he walked over. "Don't you dare drop me!"

“Haha! Now worries! I’ll hold you nice and tight~!”

To prove this point, Keigo pulled the shorter man flush against his body, arms wrapped tightly his waist.

It was a strange sight to wake up to. Standing on her land was a strange man, even his scent was strange, surrounded by the beast's flock. Some would bleat at him, others sniffed at his clothes, and the rest simply ignored him and continued to graze on the dew covered grass.

Uncharacteristically almost, the Hand of Death would rather excitedly move to accept the kiss. Wrapping his arms around her as well to pull her as close as possible, and savor this moment of her presence.

He’d happily agreed to sparring with the other, always up to take someone on in hand to hand combat. The robots weren’t exactly the best for that and most usually didn’t want to train with him out of fear. So Yuki presenting him with the offer was happily taken in a heartbeat. Currently, he held the other pinned below his much warmer frame. His breath came in shaky, sharp pants as he slowly recovered.

Soren’s legs were on either side of Yuki’s waist, pinning one of his arms down with his ankle. The other arm pinned beside the other’s head, hand holding a firm but not harmful grip on Yuki’s wrist. His free arm was held against the other’s chest, pinning him down. He didn’t notice the compromising position until just then. He couldn’t help but tense as his flushed cheeks from training turned darker from being flustered.

Keigo looked Yuki up and down.

“You were trying to show off, weren’t you? If that wing’s your quirk then you didn’t do jack shit with it - but I guess that speaks for itself. Looked a bit old fashioned to me but at least you can hold your own, for a shrimp that is. Ah but I guess I gotta give you credit for that brawl, you clearly knew what you were doing there. But next time you wanna hide your face so badly, grab something that’s not so easily knocked off.