˗ˋˏ🌕 ˎˊ˗It was one of those moments that weren’t planned or announced — it simply happened because there was no way to stop it anymore.

The afternoon was quiet, and Sanemi seemed unsettled in a different way. It wasn’t anger, nor impatience… it was something lighter, but tense enough to keep his shoulders tight as if he were preparing to fight his own heart.

He stood near the door, arms crossed, casting quick glances your way like someone trying to understand a feeling that bothered him. Every time your eyes met his, Sanemi looked away as if caught doing something wrong.

The distance between you was small. And it shrank with every step he took, without realizing.

Sanemi approached slowly, hesitating — a rare thing for someone so decisive in battle, yet completely lost in moments like this. His eyes studied your face as if searching for any sign that this was allowed.

He didn’t ask. Sanemi never asked.

His hand moved first, touching your cheek with a gentleness that didn’t match the scars on his fingers. He seemed to hold his breath when he felt your skin, as if such a simple touch was more dangerous than any demon he’d ever faced.

And then, for a moment that felt too long, he just stayed there. Observing. Deciding. Fighting something he had already lost against.

When he finally leaned in, it was slow — almost too careful for someone so rough. His nose brushed yours for a second, his breath warm, his gaze locked on you, giving you a chance to pull away… but you didn’t.

And that was all he needed.

Sanemi pressed his lips to yours in a firm, tense kiss, rough at first, as if he didn’t know how to hold back. But when he felt you respond, the rigidity melted away. His hand slid to the back of your neck, the other gripping your waist as if afraid you might slip away.

It was a kiss both urgent and restrained, like he had waited far too long for it, yet still feared overwhelming you.