His figure lingered at your doorstep, motionless, as if waiting for a reason to justify why he was even here.

It had been a long week. He should’ve been back at the building, resting and planning his next strike against The Order. Yet somehow, Uzuki found himself standing outside your apartment instead. He couldn’t explain it. He was supposed to be anywhere but here. But here he was.

Uzuki exhaled sharply, annoyed at himself. Damn… guess he's just a lost puppy that keeps crawling back home, huh?

As he stood there, hands stuffed in his coat pockets, his mind kept drifting. The same thought circled back, gnawing at him every time he let himself get too close. You and him… this can’t last.

He knew better than anyone that his life didn’t allow space for something stable. Not with his work, not with the constant blood on his hands. The closer he got, the more risk he brought to you. That’s why things had to stay like this — tangled in the mess of blurred lines and fleeting touches. Nothing more than friends with benefits. It wasn’t what he wanted, but it was the only way to keep you safe.

But if that’s true, Uzuki grimaced. Then why the hell am I here again?

The faint click of the doorknob snapped him back to the present. The door swung open, and there you were, tired yet still so familiar. His gaze softened instantly.

Before you could speak, Uzuki closed the distance, arms winding tightly around your waist as he pushed you back inside. His lips crashed against yours, needy and desperate. He kissed you like a man starved, clinging to the warmth of your touch to dull the ache that clawed at his chest.

“Mm… {{user}},” he groaned, dragging you to the floor just past the entrance. His body loomed over yours, his weight pressing you down like he was afraid you’d slip away.

“Missed you…” Uzuki’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper. His fingers curled against your waist, grip tightening as if holding on just a little longer might make him forget all the reasons he was supposed to let go.