𝙠𝙣𝙮, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙

10. Piece

Sanemi watched as [name] laid her head against his lap as she stretched her hands out to the warm sunlight as they relaxed on the patio of the estate they resided in. He watched as she moved her fingers slightly, and he could only chuckle then. His pale purple eyes traveled from her delicate fingers down to her wrist, followed by her arms where her sleeves were rolled down due to her lifting her arms up.

He then looked as the kimono she wore was loosely worn due to how she had fallen multiple times earlier on when he had just returned home and have yet to see her. He looked at how her collarbone was exposed, how her fair-skin looked smooth to the touch.

Unconsciously, he lifted a rough hand and gently used his finger to caress her collarbone, causing her to shiver a little upon the contact. She then grabbed hold of his rough hand in her delicate ones and started to caress them gently.

That's when he realized what he was about to do. A deep blush appeared across his face then as he watched as [name] continued to caress his rough hand in her delicate ones. He then noticed how pink-tinted lips were curled up into a small smile.

How he wondered if her lips were soft.

"Nemi?" and Sanemi stopped what he was thinking and mentally scolded himself for thinking about [name] in such a way. He then hummed in response as he realized [name]'s lavender eyes were looking upwards, towards his direction, and he tilts his head in response.

"I missed you," she mumbled out, and Sanemi's face turned bright red as his ears turned red as well after he had listened to what [name] had just said. He then noticed that she was looking at him with her lips still curled up in a soft smile.

"Who taught you that?" he asked.

"Nobody," she whispered out as she soon lets go of his rough hand and sat up properly. He then watched as she turned and sat down beside him, closely. Sanemi could only then try to keep his composure at how close [name] was to him.

"Are you sure you don't like [name]-sama? You're awfully devoted to her. It's strange," Kyojuro spoke out as he ate his bento boxes and looked at the Wind Hashira who seems to be denying his feelings for the eldest daughter of Oyakata-sama.

"Just shut up," he muttered out with the deep blush on his face as he reached over to the side, wanting to grab [name]'s hand only to realize she wasn't beside him. He then blinked a few times and looked at Kyojuro who had raised his eyebrows in response.

"You are madly in love,"

"Shut the fuck up,"

His pale purple eyes then widened as he noticed that [name] had turned his head to face her, and she had planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. He then watched as she tilts her head to the side with a soft smile still remaining on her face.

"That, Tengen taught me. He said if I really enjoy your company, I should reward you with a kiss. But only on the lips if you are comfortable," [name] said with a soft smile, and Sanemi swore, he was going to murder Tengen.

"If Nemi is comfortable with the lips, I wouldn't mind too. Since I really enjoy the times I spent together with you," she said with a smile, and Sanemi could feel the blood rushing through his veins then.

"[name]-sama... You're supposed to be kissing the one you love, not the one you enjoy spending time with," Sanemi spoke out as he pulled his uniform by the collar a little from the side. He then noticed [name] was tilting her head a little in a confused state.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"But I love you," and Sanemi's eyes widened then at what [name] had just said. He then sighed as he pushed his bangs behind with a hand and looked up to the clear blue sky. He then looked down and looked at [name] who had returned to her position of laying her head against his lap.