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Maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome, maybe it's Maybelline, but Rin and Sojiro's first kiss, is brought into being by Rin herself as part of a grand game of chess. Since she's playing black, its goes against tradition for her to make the first move, but then again, Sojiro isn't aware that he's a king in the process of being checkmated.
A fridge door bongs when a body hits it.
“What are you doing, my girl?” Sojiro asks, wrapping his hand around Rin's wrist where she has her hand bunched in his shirt, keeping him pressed up against the appliance. He could free himself easily, but he's far too intrigued, and maybe more than a little bit hopeful. His ward's face looms large, growing in his sight although she's still a decent distance away. It's clear what's about to happen, and the prudent, morally correct thing to do would be to push her away, but when he needs prudence, it fails him, and moral correctness is nowhere near to being at the top of his priorities.
“What does it look like, Boss?” she says, wiggling like a cat about to pounce on a bird. It's adorable, and scary.
Just to show how casual he is, how in control, the god slayer brushes her fringe out of her eyes with his free hand. That only further weakens what resolve he had to repel her. It's difficult to say that Rin's best feature is her eyes, because all of her is her best feature, but like a snake's they possess a hypnotic quality, which he just willingly exposed himself to. The final blow comes when he realises her pupils are dilated, wide and hungry as they stare into his soul, meaning she genuinely wants him. She, a young woman who dominates every room she enters by her bearing alone. The hand holding her wrist lets go.
“It looks like you're going to kiss me.” Stupid voice, it has gone all whispery suddenly.
Rin matches his volume, her hand shifting its grip slightly to better pin him against the fridge. By now her face is extremely close, her sweet breath wafting over his lips as for once they are standing at exactly the same height. When did that happen? “True. Looks like you aren't bothered by that idea.”
“No. You got me.”
The big cat leaps, her lips pressing to his, sealing both their fates.