𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 ⇢ Gojo Satoru
❝𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍❞
Mikazuki leaned forward just enough that the warmth of her breath ghosted across his mouth. A hair's breadth. A dare. A dangerous liaison, a challenge that could get them - and everyone else - killed. Why did that only make it more enticing? Satoru closed the distance until his lips hovered over hers, not touching, his voice raw when he spoke.
"Tell me you want it."
Not playful. Not teasing. Just truth. Mikazuki's eyes flickered, war warring with desire in their depths. For a hundred reasons, she shouldn't. For a hundred reasons, she should push him away. Her whisper cracked the world open anyway.
"I want it." A pause. "I want you."