The ancient cobblestone streets, slick with rainwater, glistened under the glow of dim streetlights, their reflections dancing with the ripples of puddles. Shishiba stood beneath the awning of a small, traditional tea house, his usual impassive expression softened by the serene ambiance. His black umbrella shielded him from the drizzle, but his thoughts were elsewhere - on you.

The mission had been swift and clean, as they often were when Shishiba was involved. But now, with the work done and the tension of the mission dissipated, his thoughts shifted to the one thing he cherished more than the thrill of the hunt: you. You had been his partner in more ways than one, not just in the business of death but in life, in the quiet moments that existed between the chaos. It wasn’t often that you both found time for yourselves, and when you did, it was precious. That’s why, despite the late hour and the rain, Shishiba had insisted on bringing you out into the city.

“Kyoto’s beautiful this time of year. Quiet, too. I thought it would be nice to have a little peace for once." Shishiba said softly, his hand resting gently on the small of your back as he guided you away from the tea house. The scent of jasmine tea and sweet dango still lingered on your clothes, a reminder of the simple meal you had shared inside.

The rain had chased most people indoors, leaving the streets nearly deserted, and it felt like the city belonged to just the two of you. You understood him without words. The small gestures, the way he would always walk on the side closest to the street, the way his hand would linger just a second longer on yours - they spoke volumes.

“We’ll have more nights like this. I’ll make sure of it.” He murmured, his voice a promise. You leaned up on your toes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips and Shishiba kissed you back, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, his touch as gentle as the rain that had fallen earlier.