A/N: A drabble thing.

He looks so tired…

I want to kiss him. Those soft lips beg for it. Even though I know he doesn't want me to, I still want… just one kiss. I suppose I'm supposed to be asleep now, but one little kiss won't hurt. Just one, then I won't think of him as much. I can't live when every single thought returns to him. It's become hard to smile so brightly, but I try…

Yes, just one kiss.

He looks tired… when I bend down, it's obvious that he looks peaceful too.

I'm in love with a statue.

The way his eyes fire up though he doesn't care for me at all… it hurts. It's anger that lives in his eyes when he looks at me. These days, he looks away, as if he doesn't care about being irritated with me… it hurts.

It really hurts.

Just once… one kiss…

No, I can't do that. He wouldn't like it. He'd be disgusted by it. Perhaps.. yes, just his forehead would do. So soft, as if he might break.

So beautiful.

If only we weren't exorcists, if only we were just ordinary people. Then again, I wouldn't have met him. I would always have a hole in my heart then, for I would know there was someone I was meant to meet.

I love him.

Kiss.

"Moyashi? What are you doing? Get back to sleep!"

I smile, even though it hurts, because it'd hurt too much to admit that what he said kills me.

This face, favoured by the moonlight… I guess I'm not going to sleep after all.

"Why are you staring at me?!"

The steps to my bed seem extraordinarily hard to make. " I love you."

Even though rejection is already written in the book of fate, I know I will never regret this moment. It doesn't matter if he hates me, because even if he does, I can still stay by his side, protecting him.

"Go to sleep."

It doesn't matter, because I will still be able to love him.

" I'm sorry," I tell him.. He would never love me.

" I said, go to sleep now!" he yelled, sitting up. "I swear, if you stay awake for one more second, I won't be able to control myself, so damn it, if you don't want that to happen, you'd better sleep right now!"

"Control yourself?" I ask, curious.

Then the reality sinks in. Kanda wants to kill me.

In reply, he pushes me against the wall. I close my eyes and hope that my death would be quick.

This is no statue, I realise. I could almost see the fire in his eyes.Warmth sinks into my skin, and I realise I feel his fingers on my cheeks. So warm…

You know, his lips really are as soft as I imagined.

A/N: It's fluffy because I wrote too much angst lately. Hence…