#rangctsu

          ❝ I don’t want to hear that ‘No, it’s way too late’. ❞

“I don’t think I’m going to be growing horns at all, pretty sure that would have happened the night I turned into a daemon.”

A pause for reflection.

“It’d be pretty cool if I did, though.”

Inwardly steels himself for whatever shenanigans up his sleeve. 

Impatient him? More likely than most people believed, practically barging into Rokurou’s space and planted himself on the bed watching quietly as the samurai swung the blade. Focused and devoted. The determination to grow stronger, to surpass his brother, that the pirate admired him. He did not complain, did not whine about his short-comings rather he acknowledges them and worked to fix his flaws.

Eizen allowed Rokurou to pull him downwards, lips meeting together and pressed back slowly and carefully. Savouring the contact of their kiss and nibble on the bottom lip.