The afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Kyouka's personal room in the Valkyrie Fang headquarters, casting warm stripes across the bed. It was just another day for both Ren and Kyouka.
Ren's lips moved slowly against Kyouka's, soft and careful at first, the way he always started like he was still afraid the door might burst open and remind him exactly who he was kissing. This was the same girl that looked after him when he was small. It felt kind of weird even though they were not related by blood, but Ren knew those kind of things are way over his situation right now.
The fear had dulled. Kyouka's gentle hands guiding his to her waist. He'd grown careless to forget what this world is and what kind of life he is destined with.
Kyouka hummed into the kiss, pressing closer, her fingers threading through his hair. Their tongues met, lazy and sweet, then deeper, hungrier. Ren's back hit the mattress as she climbed over him, knees bracketing his hips.
