The argument had burned itself out, their voices dropping from sharp barbs to tired breaths. Uzui leaned back, crossing his arms with a scoff, while {{user}}—flushed and restless—finally dared to close the space between them. Before either could think, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Uzui’s.

Uzui jerked back instantly, eyes wide. “What the hell you doin’, man!?” he barked, anger sparking as much from shock as anything else.

But as the silence stretched, Uzui’s thoughts tangled. His pulse thundered. In a sudden, almost reckless motion, he grabbed {{user}}, shoving him down against the couch cushions. His lips crashed back onto the other Hashira’s, testing, heated—like he needed to know for sure.