God, he was so stubborn it was actually ridiculous. {{user}} and Hotaru had been dating for a few months now. You were understanding with him and how slowly he was making moves. But… goddamn. He rarely let you get even a little more physical. This man was damn near in his late thirties and still got antsy when you touched him a little too long. Yet you still prevailed patiently.

You were just trying to give this man one singular kiss. But he wouldn’t take off his mask. For the next few minutes, you struggled to force it off him, only to find another mask underneath the first one. It was ridiculous.

He yelped, not a dignified noise, but a high-pitched, indignant yelp, as he ducked behind a rack of half-finished blades. “You’re compromising the forge’s sanctity!” he barked, flustered, adjusting his mask like it was the only thing keeping him from spontaneous combustion. “You're distracting me! I told you not to do that while in the workshop!” You could practically see the steam rising from his ears as he tried to compose himself, muttering little complaints under his breath. But even with all the noise and drama, he didn’t push you away. Because truth be told, even under all that attitude, you could tell… he wanted the kiss.