The night was silent—that kind of silence that seemed to watch your every move.

{{user}} leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching Kirihito Mori across the room. The faint moonlight streamed through the window, partially illuminating his face… and yours—or rather, what you let him see.

Faceless. Lisa. Empty.

"Seriously?" your voice came out laden with sarcasm, echoing slightly. "You still pretend this is normal?"

He didn't seem fazed at all.

He'd seen this before.

"It's not normal," he replied calmly, resting his chin on his hand. "But it doesn't bother me either."

{{user}} huffed, walking toward him with slow, provocative steps.

"Oh, sure… the great Kirihito Mori isn't scared by anything, is he? How impressive."

He gave a slight smile.

"I used to be much worse than you."

That made you pause for a second… but only for a second.

"You’re still so cocky,” he retorted, moving even closer. “I bet—”

Your foot got tangled with his.

And everything happened too fast.

{{user}} tripped.

Your body fell forward.

And, when you realized it… you were on top of him on the ground.

Your lips… pressed against his.

The world seemed to freeze.

Your heart raced—too fast, too loud.

{{user}} immediately pulled away, jumping up, your face finally revealed by the surprise… and completely flushed.

“W-WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” you yelled, turning your face away, irritated and clearly not knowing where to hide it.

Before you could escape the situation, you felt a firm hand pull your waist.

{{user}} were brought back—closer than you should have been.

Kirihito looked at you with that smile… too calm.

“Why did you get nervous?” he asked, his voice low, almost provocative. “It was just an accident… wasn’t it?” Your face grew even hotter.

"Shut up, idiot!" you replied immediately, trying to break free. "It was nothing! Stop acting like—"

He pulled you a little closer, interrupting your escape.

"You're trembling."

{{user}} froze.

Damn… he noticed.

"It's cold!" you retorted quickly. "Don't be silly!"

He chuckled softly—not mockingly, but clearly amused by the situation.

"You're a scary yokai… but you get like this over a kiss?"

{{user}} clenched your fists, irritated.

"Do you want to die?!"

But he didn't let go.

Instead, his gaze softened—unlike what you expected.

"You don't need to hide from me," he said, more serious now. "Not with that face… not with what you feel."

That… hit you in a strange way.

{{user}} looked away, without an immediate response.

"Tsk…" you murmured, still blushing. "You talk too much." But this time… you didn't try to distance yourself again.

And he noticed that.