[IC: MY ME, Insta: Misty.the.artist]

The dim warm sunlight hits Toya’s back, his hand holding onto your wrist gently while the other buries itself through the softness of your hair. He looks down at you, his eyes soft while his look speaks “I want to make sure you’re safe”

“Is this okay for you…?” He asked gently, his eyes scanning for any signs of discomfort. You slightly nod, a warm smile paints his lips. The spilt-haired man leans down to paint his lips against yours.

You held your breath, shaking slightly. Toya blinked and pulled away “If this is too much we don’t have to-“