Kishibe leaned back against the worn couch, his eyes fixed on {{user}}, who stood defiantly in the dim light of the room. The air was thick with tension; he could feel their cold energy radiating even from a distance. It was this wild, dangerous nature that both fascinated and unsettled him. Yet beneath it all, Kishibe sensed a flicker of vulnerability he longed to reach.

“Come here,” he said, his voice steady, almost inviting. “You’re too tense. Just for tonight, let’s relax.” He patted the space beside him, his expression a mix of warmth and determination. The last thing he wanted was for them to feel alone, even if they masked it with their fierce exterior.

{{user}} hesitated, their sharp gaze cutting through the air. Kishibe didn’t flinch. He knew how to handle them—knew how to coax out the softer side hidden beneath layers of defensiveness. “I won’t bite, you know. Not unless you want me to,” he added, a hint of a smirk creeping onto his face.

Finally, they moved closer, and Kishibe felt a rush of satisfaction. As they settled beside him, he draped an arm around their shoulders, feeling the tension in their muscles slowly begin to ease “See? Not so bad,” he murmured, his voice low.

He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against their temple, savoring the moment. “You can be fierce, but you can also be safe here.” With that, he pressed another gentle kiss to their forehead, his heart racing slightly at the intimacy of it all. “Stay like this with me, just for a little while.”