Short piece of fluff for my best friend, to keep her happy through Hitsugaya's current situation in the Manga.
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Bisou.
"Please…" Toushiro was not above begging, his hands holding hers lightly enough not to hurt, but hard enough so she would be unable to pull away. He couldn't believe he'd sunk to this, gone beyond trying to impress, beyond moonlit walks and trying to casually make something, anything, happen. He was now asking… pleading, with her to allow him just one kiss. One touch of her lips against his.
His mind had long since forgotten how to think rationally when it came to Kazehiko, her blue hair, violet eyes, soft skin and tempting lips becoming something he wanted, no, needed to see everyday, needed to be around, needed to touch. He was a fool in love.
Kazehiko smiled, the soft smile she only seemed to reserve for him, the one that made his heart skip a beat and his stomach fill with butterflies, things he's heard of and never believed, until he'd met her and felt things he'd never even considered.
Her hand pulled itself from his, making him panic, think she was going to dismiss him and pull away. Tell him he was being an idiot, or laugh it off.
'Don't be silly Toushiro-kun.' she chuckled once, when he'd told her he had feelings for her that were beyond those of any he'd had before. He expected it again, expected to feel as if he'd been hit , all his air taken and his stomach plummeting with disappointment.
What he didn't expect was for her hand to move to his cheek, cup it lightly and make the skin feel as though it was burning where she touched. He didn't expect her to move forwards, place her lips against his and make him feel as though his heart was exploding with happiness.
His hands shook as they moved, placed themselves on the small of her back and bringing her closer, deepened the kiss, causing a groan to leave him before his mind blanked completely and he was unaware of anything but lips and warmth.
Her arms were now resting around his neck, making it so he couldn't escape the kiss, not that he would ever want to. He could remain this way forever, uncaring of who saw. He could easily become addicted. 'You're already addicted,' his mind corrected.
Kazehiko seemed to pull away reluctantly, a smile once again gracing her lips, those perfect lips that could still be tasted upon his own. Eyes seeming to move and take in every inch of his face, as if searching for regrets. Regrets that would never exist within him. He had fallen too far, and she was the only one who could rescue him, the only one he wanted to rescue him. His grip on her tightened, letting her know that he was never going to let go, would never be able to pull away from her.
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Ah, for those wondering, the title 'bisou' means 'kiss' in French.