Irina was unused to accepting affectionate gestures. She mimicked it well enough during missions, but as a honeytrap, being relaxed meant being careless, and that meant death.
Every moment with Tadaomi, she was incredibly aware that she was in a dangerous position, her body unconsciously prepared for an assassination more than a day with her partner.
Even so, when they sat together, she leaned into him. When they walked together, she entwined their arms. When they slept, she let herself be held.
That was love to her.
Putting her life in someone else's hands and trusting them to cherish it.
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Akaibara
RomanceA collection of non-chronological drabbles about Irina, Karasuma and their relationship.
