Singularity
Shinobu kisses him softly, keeps to a chaste press of lips to whisper a "good morning" after, but when she pulls back and Tanjirou tugs her back in for another, it's heat and hard and wanting more.
He drew her in, turning them over until she's underneath him, hair and clothes tousling, and her expression inviting. Tanjirou swallows at the picture she presents and groans miserably.
"Tanjirou?"
"Can't," he mumbled. "Nezuko is…"
Nezuko has long retreated into her box because of the sun, but the sentiment is all the same. Shinobu laughs, reaching to embrace him instead.
"Another time, then."
