All it took was Shin whispering his name.

A whole year of playing cat and mouse, of heated looks from opposite sides of the room, of unfiltered tension built up between them when they were alone, but never did they act on it. It’s what kept them going after all, it’s what kept Nagumo coming back, and it’s what kept Shin wary— especially when he couldn’t ever know what Nagumo was thinking, even with his clairvoyant powers, and Nagumo was more than happy with that.

Even so, it’s seeing how Shin was completely vulnerable underneath the dimmed light in the safe house. Nagumo knew he could’ve killed him right then and there— he told him too, told him how easy it would’ve been, how he could’ve used the pen on the beside table to stab into his arteries and make him hemorrhage with ease. All with his characteristic smile on his face.

It didn’t scare Shin, well, if it did then Shin didn’t back down from it because of the way he tugged on Nagumo’s coat, then whispered his name.

”Nagumo.”

That’s all it took for Nagumo to feel his heart squeeze in his chest, and before he knew it his hand reached up— not around Shin’s neck to choke him, but to his cheek where he made Shin tilt his head back.

“You drive me insane, Shin,” Nagumo tells him this truth but doesn’t allow him a single moment to react to his words as he dips his head down, lips unceremoniously crashing against Shin’s in a searing kiss. He’d waited too long to feel this, Shin’s lips against his own. “To think hearing you,” he mumbles, “whispering my name like that would be my breaking point—“ his tongue darts out, licks the seam of Shin’s lips, “—to think it would’ve been that easy for you, Shin.”