#// HI BIRB GOOD MORNIGN I HOPE U LIKE KYOMITSU FOR BREAKFAST

[kyoanikis]

⎾ @errantinfinity​ asked: 💋 - Mitsuri uwu | SEND “💋” TO KISS MY MUSE OUT OF NOWHERE. | [not] accepting! ✹

Being close to her was normal, even comforting by now. The days of formality and decorum have long since passed and now, both of them pillars in their own right, have little barriers between them. Kyōjurō was fond of her, the lightness she brought wherever she went brought an easy smile onto his face. 

            ( A real one, not a trace of the façade he wore for the sake of others present )

When he finds himself in her bubble once more, he doesn’t think twice. The remnants of the summer swirl in the evening sky, the smell of rain tickling his nose. That is what Kanroji reminded him of; the end of summer, a promising harvest to last through even the harshest of winters, the comfort of the warm sun’s embrace on a bed of well-tended soil. 

The feeling of soft lips gracing the corner of his mouth quietly shock him, leaving him stunned and, for once, speechless. The flare of radiating warmth in the pit of his stomach turns his arms to jelly and lights his skin aflame, surely there was a heavy dusting of red on his cheeks and nose. Owlish eyes dart over her face, an attempt to communicate without words. Did she intend to kiss him? Is he actually dreaming? 

❝ A-aha, Kanroji-san! Kanroji-s-san?? ❞ Kyōjurō’s voice sounds strange, stuttering over his words, his usual confidence zapped from his tone.