It wasn’t often that Ichi would initiate anything on his own. He was always a little bit skittish when it came to affection, but he did his best for you. On a rare occasion, today, he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as you met in front of that convenience store on his block. His eyes fluttered open, confusion on his face momentarily. “…are you wearing lip balm?” He murmured, “you.. you taste nice.”