"It should not have left a scar," Machi murmured, tracing her fingers ever so slightly on the left side of his chest. Hisoka was almost sleeping when her sweet, worried voice startled him. "I tell you to be cautious every time, why do you have to be so restless?"

He could remember the day she had to stitch his ribcage, mitral valve, left ventricle, and all that stuff. And all that blood. She was so beautiful covered in his red. Hisoka was not into keeping memories but from that image he wanted a memento.

She tasted so good that day he could not help but lick his lips.

"Why, Machi, I am always a good boy when you ask me to," he hummed and immediately felt her huff against his skin. Then he smiled elatedly. "But you cannot ask the same to my heart, especially not when I am with you."

He waited for her reproachful eyes, but instead of confronting him, Machi reached his scar now with her tongue, closing her lips over it in the end with a kiss that made him moan.

"Yeah, it seems so," she stated teasingly.

And he enraptured her mouth on his wildly.