In His Arms | Yujiro Hanma x Reader

13

As the evening wore on, the soft glow of the kitchen lights cast a warm ambiance, but the hour was growing late. After finishing dessert, they both felt the weight of the moment, the tension that had been building between them all night.

Yujiro stood, brushing crumbs from his hands, a hint of reluctance in his demeanor. She felt a pang of disappointment at the thought of him leaving, even though she understood it was inevitable.

"I should go," he said, his tone as direct as ever, but there was an underlying softness in his voice that caught her attention.

"Yeah, of course," she replied, trying to mask the disappointment. "Thank you for coming over. I really enjoyed tonight."

He met her gaze, his eyes dark and intense. "You're different from most people," he said, his voice low. "I don't know why, but I want to see you again."

Her heart raced at his words. "I want that too."

They moved toward the door together, the atmosphere charged with unspoken feelings. As they reached the entrance, she hesitated, stealing a glance up at him. "Would it be too forward if I said I wish you could stay longer?"

His eyes locked onto hers, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "It's not forward. It's honest."

In that moment, the world outside faded away. Her breath caught as he leaned down slightly, his face just inches from hers. The air crackled with tension, and she felt an overwhelming urge to bridge that final gap.

"Then... maybe just one more moment?" she whispered, her heart pounding.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned down, and she found herself drawn to him, her heart racing as she lifted her hands to cup his strong jaw, her fingers gently exploring the contours of his face. The contrast between her delicate touch and his powerful presence sent a thrill through her.

As their lips met, it was like igniting a spark—his kiss was both tender and possessive, a silent promise that resonated deep within her. She felt his warmth enveloping her, his breath mingling with hers as the world around them faded into a blur.

Her hands instinctively slid down to his chest, feeling the solid strength beneath his shirt. The way he responded to her touch ignited a fire in her; he leaned into her, deepening the kiss as she turned her head slightly, allowing them to find a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. She felt both exhilarated and safe, each gentle brush of his lips against hers sending waves of warmth coursing through her fragile body.

Yujiro's hand found its way to her waist, his grip firm yet careful, grounding her in a way that both comforted and excited her. She melted against him, the intensity of his presence making her feel both vulnerable and alive. Every kiss was a reminder of their differences—a delicate flower pressed against an immovable stone—but in this moment, nothing else mattered.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their hearts beating in sync. She could feel the power radiating from him, but he handled her with a gentleness that made her feel cherished. It was intoxicating; she had always been afraid of being broken, yet here she was, yearning for more.

When they finally broke apart, she was breathless, her heart racing. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, feeling a mix of shyness and boldness. Yujiro's expression was intense, his gaze piercing as he searched her eyes. "I'll be back," he said, his tone firm yet gentle, as if making a vow.

"Promise?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, uncertainty flickering in her gaze.

He smirked slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Don't test me. I'm more likely to show up unannounced."

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she felt a smile creeping onto her lips. "I can handle that."

"Good," he said, his voice softening just a fraction. "I'll see you soon."

As he stepped back, she felt an ache in her chest, the bittersweet knowledge that he had to go. But with that kiss, everything had shifted.

Yujiro turned and walked away, his silhouette growing smaller in the dim light, but she stood in the doorway, a smile tugging at her lips. Anticipation coursed through her veins as she closed the door, the memory of their kiss lingering like a warm ember in her heart.

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Next Update: 11/13/2024

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