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Kensei x Mashiro
Spirits
She was useless at drinking spirits- she always got too drunk too quick and ended up passed out on the way back, and it inevitably fell on him to carry her home, much to his displeasure. This night, fed up, he'd tried to pass the job on to someone- anyone- else, but they had all declined, telling him that as the strongest physically and as, more importantly, her former Captain, he should take responsibility of her.
The 'former' still stung him, and he picked her up with no gentleness or dignity, letting her head fall back, her mouth wide open.
She stirred a little as they neared the place they now called home, and sat up in his arms. She clung to him when he tried to put her down, and nuzzled against his chest, her pointed chin resting in the groove of his collarbone.
For a moment he was half way to dropping her on the ground, to crawl home- he was no bed, no pillow, after all- but he was stopped by a hand, palm flat on his chest.
"Mmm… you smell nice."
Her voice was a low hum, and he could feel the vibration of her voice against her skin. Her hand slipped down his fabric covered skin, until it fell away again.
He didn't drop her, but carried her not only back home but also to her room, where he lay her, with a care that came unnaturally to him, in her bed.
And if anyone saw the red-hot blush on his face, no one dared to comment.