“Hey. Kiss me.”
Chûya still holding his liquor enough to speak in coherent words wasn’t a surprise, not when that wasn’t the first time Kunikida and him shared some drinks. The content formed by said words, though, was a different story.
“What?” He couldn’t help but ask, as if to check his hearing wasn’t betraying him.
“C’mon, gimme a kiss.” And to further emphasize such a request, Chûya also slid over their seat to get even closer to him, so close their thighs were touching and Kunikida could almost feel his breath. Then, when utter shock prevented him from offering a proper response, the redhead apparently chose to bring in the big guns no less. “Please…?” He then said, pleading with the sweetest expression.
Still, Kunikida didn’t budge.
“You’re drunk.” Maybe Chûya’s speech was still intact, but his reasoning sure wasn’t, right? Plus, even in the case he was being for real and that was something he would want even sober, it wouldn’t be happening anyway.
Not until making sure that was the case, at least. Otherwise, it wouldn’t feel right in the slightest.
“Pfft, it’s just a kiss.” Well, yes. But, at the same time, no.
Were Kunikida to give in and kiss him, it wouldn’t just be a simple kiss, not when it could be denying Chûya the experience in a moment when he wasn’t at risk of having forgotten by next morning in the best case scenario, and taking advantage of him while drunk in the worst. Therefore, he couldn’t do it.
But, since leaving him empty handed didn’t sit right with him either, Kunikida did at least offer a compromise.
“If you remember this tomorrow, and still want it, you’ll have your kiss.” He ended up replying, serious as one could be and putting a hand on Chûya’s as if to seal the deal as well. “Promise.”
“Can work with that.” What’s what he got as a response, accompanied by a smirk.
know you don’t like me for her.” They told Anne, once Lucy was way out of earshot; saying those words out loud and to the doll no less felt strange enough, but if Lucy actually heard it, Gin might even try to hide their head underground like an ostrich.
Anne may not be able to speak, and they were by no means as able to read her as the room’s owner, but that didn’t mean her judgement wasn’t noticeable. It could be because she was being obvious as one could be, or due to how being at their most expressive was something Gin too reserved for those the closest to them and the common ground facilitated some sort of communication. The point was, there was no doubt. Besides, Anne could still nod, and she swiftly went on to confirm Gin’s words with one.
“I know. I shouldn’t want this, but…” But hanging out with Lucy, who likely had figured out their former ties to the mafia and didn’t seem to care, was one of the few respites Gin had found after--
After everything that had happened.
After they had pushed Ryûnosuke away, knife in hand, and not so long after their execution had gotten postponed just because was now dead, and his plans followed him to the grave.
“I don’t want to lose this.” Gin then admitted, after a deep sigh born from both their reminiscing and gathering the courage to say those words too. After all, for all they knew, Anne might tell everything to Lucy even if she wasn’t there to hear it, or perhaps she could hear anything Anne did or… well, too late for second-guessing, right? “And I’m determined to treat her right. I mean, she’s my first friend in so many years, so…”
There was no need to keep wondering, because either Lucy had managed to hear it all or gotten back there in order to at least witness the last part.
“You won’t.” The redhead said, basically launching herself towards Gin and pulling them into a tight hug they instantly reciprocated to, hungry for that kind of affection after so damn long.
1) kunichuu + “kiss me.” “you're drunk.” “pfft. it's just a kiss.”
2) beast au lucygin + “i shouldn’t want this, but…”
#bsd #kunichuu #lucygin