Y/n waited nervously on the sidewalk, her heart fluttering as she watched Ryomen Sakuna approach. Despite his fearsome reputation, tonight he had chosen to take her on a quiet, romantic date at a small, dimly lit restaurant on the outskirts of the city. As they sat across from each other, soft jazz music filling the air, Y/n felt an unexpected sense of calm. She could see a different side of Sakuna—a side that was thoughtful and even vulnerable.

Over dinner, they shared stories—about their pasts, their fears, and their hopes for the future. Sakuna was surprisingly insightful, revealing a complex man behind the curse-ridden exterior. Y/n listened intently, drawn to his strength and the raw honesty he rarely showed. As the night wore on, they laughed together, their connection growing deeper with each shared moment.

When it was time to leave, Sakuna walked her back to her apartment, his presence a comforting shadow beside her in the moonlight. As they stood at her door, Sakuna hesitated, his expression filled with a mix of longing and resignation. “This is as far as it goes,” he said softly, his voice tinged with regret.

Y/n reached out, taking his hand in both of hers. “Maybe. But I’ll take what I can get,” she replied, her tone steady and gentle.

Sakuna looked down, his eyes closing for a brief moment. “I’m not the kind of man you bring home to meet your parents.”

Y/n stepped closer, her heart aching for him. “Maybe not. But you’re the kind of man I want by my side.”

For a long moment, Sakuna stood there, silent, as if weighing his options. Then he leaned in and kissed her gently on the forehead, his touch lingering. “Thank you for tonight, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice a soft rumble.

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