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Itto’s eyes blinked open, greeted by the same starry sky he had fallen asleep under, and he let out a small sigh of relief. Had he woken up much later, the Tengu general who was sleeping silently while curled up in his arms might be in a rather compromised position when she returned to the city. He decided it would be best to wake her to avoid such incident.
“Kujou Tengu…”
His soft whisper for no one else but her, was heard, and the general stirred, before her face flashed in brief panic and then a calm wave washed over her as she realized it was still night, though very much late into the night. She looked Itto in the eyes, and though her words bore frustration, her gaze was gentle.
“Idiot Oni, you could’ve waken me up sooner, now I have to sneak back into my own home and pretend I was there the whole time, a task that is not easy when there are so many guards present at all time mind you.”
“What!? Why are you blaming me? You’re the one who fell asleep first, and I being Arataki “The Amazing Oni Sumo King” Itto decided to let you rest!”
This statement fueled an argument that of course, had no real heat behind it. The oni smiled and laughed at the tengu’s anger, while the Tengu huffed and puffed but seemed relaxed all the same. Eventually though, she stood up to make her leave. The very first rays of sunlight for the day were beginning to encroach upon Inazuma.
“This was…enjoyable, but I really have to go now. Kamaji or someone else, will definitely notice my absence soon.”
Itto nodded reluctantly, standing up as well, and gently grasping her hand, to which he pressed one small kiss against. It’s what a gentleman should do is it not? The flustered look on Sara’s face was an added bonus. The oni of course, had to make even their private relations a competition, this time they were battling to see who could fluster the other more. Of course this was not a formal agreement, he wasn’t even sure if Sara was aware of the unspoken competition, but nevertheless it was one he was winning and he was very satisfied with that fact.
“Alright, promise to meet me again tonight? We can just go for a walk in the mountains this time, can’t have you falling asleep on me again.”
He teased the Tengu with a hearty laugh, to which she playfully rolled her eyes.
“It’s agreed. I’ll see you at our next meeting. Oh before I forget…”
She reached up and cupped the Oni’s face, and peppered the smallest of kisses onto his cheek. She wanted to give him five, her lucky number, but grew too shy to do so, and hastily walked away after only giving him one. This seemed to be enough to silence the typically loud Oni, as he could only stand there, bewildered, his face matching the color of the dendrobiums that he so often gifted her.
The Oni was left to think about this moment for the rest of the day, his cheeks still left that same rosy color. Granny Oni was worried he was sick, his gang thought he was angry, except for Kuki who thought he was just being an idiot, which Arataki “The Smartest of Them All” Itto took great offense to mind you, but only Sara knew the truth, the confident look she had that night upon seeing the still very flustered Itto was enough to confirm such.
“So, shall I declare myself as Victor for this ‘rematch’ as well?”