Within that kiss, she would feel each and every hitch of breath that coincided whenever her nails would shift, lightmoans muffled inside. His thumb shifted a nail slightly biting into the skin although not too much, touch shaky as she claimed his shoulder. He was still hanging on, still fighting...

...until she pulled away, and her nails sank deeper in. There was a strangled cry then, his body giving a tremor as the white eyes closed halfway.
There it was again.. that -sama she liked to adorn his name with here and there. Had he been more aware, he would have reminded her this was a mission, and that she said holding hands in Michi was fine but they should be careful...

"Those days... felt as weeks..." he murmured, one hadn's fingers hooked lightly onto the back of her ear.