it was a date at peach blossom cookie's house, the night filled with warmth and laughter. you'd never had more fun, and, honestly, you could see yourself going on more dates with him in the future. but it was starting to get late, the sun dipping below the horizon, and you remembered that your family was waiting for you at home. reluctantly, you stood to leave, giving him your goodbyes as you turned towards the door.

but he stopped you. he grasped your wrist, his touch feather-light, his smooth fingers curling around your skin.

"it's cold outside," peach blossom murmured, stepping forward and sliding a hand up to your cheek, cradling your face. even though you wanted to stay, you had to get home—so you began trying to convince him to let you go.

despite it all, he was persistent. his hands were lightly caressing you, and you didn't mind at all. peach blossom insisted on making excuses, nearly begging you to stay with him, not wanting you to go. his hands even slid down to your waist, pulling you against him, whispering in your ear as he pleaded for you to not abandon him.

you were starting to crumble—not that your resolve was that strong, anyway.

slowly, you agreed to more things, like an extra drink (or few), letting him lean into you further...

"gosh, your lips look delicious," he murmured fondly, pulling away to gaze down at your mouth, before leaning in to steal a sweet kiss. he didn't close the gap, instead waiting for you to either reciprocate or pull away.