Hi everyone! Im really sorry its taken me this long to get the next chapter put, however I swear Im working on it and its almost finished! For an apology I'll post an 100 word preview under this but I also have amother announcement! On the Instagram account I will be posting Art of Tsuru and any adventures here! (As well as some prequel art of her). Some art on there wont be of Tsuru and will just be my random shanagins but you can ignore those if you wish!

Preview-

His hands were warm. Out of absolutely everything I remember, I remember how utterly warm his hands were. They were calloused and scarred, rough as they cupped my cheeks and held me so close it felt like the moon could never touch me. The scars I traced led up to his arms, to his chest, to his face. To his beautiful, beautiful face. Oh how handsome he was. How gentle.

"Peaches…" His breath tickling my skin as we would drift off into a blissful dream and forget the horror's the moon brought. We were each other's dreams. His head rested on my stomach as we slept, well, as he slept. I couldn't sleep that night, no something felt wrong. Horribly Horribly wrong. Yet I didn't tell him of that gut feeling. I thought it would be fine if I let it be, and just… just let us be.

"MUZAN! MUZAN AT THE UBUYASHIKI MANSION!"

Akio and Sora frantic squawks snapped us out of our serenity and for a moment we didn't move. Then the next moments were a flurry of us rushing to pull on our uniforms, The only sounds being our clothes and Sanemi's panicked muttering, while I did my best to stay calm for him; the both of us.