Week 5 - thursday

[bladeisme]

[Ichigo seeks out Akira this time, after a week of keeping to himself - His partner might have noticed that Ichigo was making more of an effort to reach out to people this week, to talk to them then he has before.

He's finally starting to live more, to smile more, to trust others again -

But that doesn't take away from what has to happen this week - the weekly murder that Akira's team has to do, and honestly?

He knows it's Akira's turn.

So when he finally pulls Akira aside to talk, it's in the mattress store, in an area away from where most everyone else has claimed beds, to talk about that night.

And the first things out of his mouth?]

Let me help you tonight, Akira.

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[bladeisme]

[A feather that, in the future...he'll only have for these few hours.

'I'll keep it safe.'

He really did mean it, in the end.

But that's then, and this is now - and he easily sees Akira coming in for the kiss, his smile widening as he places the feather in his pocket so he can more easily wrap his arms around his partner, drawing him in with a small, happy noise.

He's still a little worried - he always will be - but he's had enough time around Akira to know that no matter what happens, he'll be able to overcome it, just like he always does.

Unbreakable. That's how Ichigo thinks of Akira, of those gray eyes and that gentle smile. He's unbreakable in a way that Ichigo once thought he was, and - that's a treasure all of its own, isn't it?

He backs up towards a nearby bed, drawing him in so they can both be more comfortable while they do this. It's getting pretty late besides, and he knows it might be a good idea for both of them to rest before tonight.

(Tonight, because...he knows, deep in the pit of his stomach, that this will probably be the last time he can do this.)]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . Akira's thoughts aren't quite so dark, aren't quite so defeatist. and maybe that's why Ichigo's death the next morning will be such a blow. but all he can think of right now, in this moment, is how glad he is to see that smile widening, how happy he is that there's some brightness on Ichigo's features, as he leans in to close the distance between them]

[he heeds Ichigo's movements, steps in time with him as his partner tugs him along. it is getting pretty late, and Akira. . . Akira's going to need a bit of rest before curfew kicks in]

[or at least some time to not think about what crimes he's going to be committing tonight]

[one arm slides around Ichigo's neck, to keep him close, as they move. because Akira isn't breaking this kiss, not yet]

[bladeisme]

[Maybe this happiness, as fleeting as it is, is all he really needs. Someone who understands, who accepts him - who kisses him so sweetly.

(ah, but it would be so nice if he loved him back, wouldn't it?

No, that's something he shouldn't even think about

it's not something he deserves, anyway

better to just appreciate this while he still has it)

The backs of his knees hit the bed, and he brings Akira down with him on the bed as they kiss, trying not to break it off for a second. It's difficult, but eventually he ends up in a comfortable position on his side, stopping the kiss just so he can mutter out -]

Love you...

[Before diving right back into the kiss, still just as lovestruck as he always is around his partner, hands curling into Akira's shirt.]

[purrtagonist]

[down they go, Akira not even caring how they land, although he catches himself with his knees at the very least. he braces himself up with his hands on either side of Ichigo's head, back arched, each kiss more frantic and wanting than the last. and then Ichigo pulls back and mutters something, and--]

[and his heart slams to a stop, heat lighting up his cheeks, his breath catching in his throat, and he wonders, as someone who has never been in love before, what it feels like]

[. . . he brings one hand up, fingers curving gently around Ichigo's cheek to frame his face, mouth parting to draw Ichigo even deeper into their flurry of kisses. if such a thing is possible]