Higemaru Touma wipes his sweating palms on his pants. His nice dress pants. The ones Urie leant him for his date. Well, he only leant them after Saiko threatened him, but still.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Yumitsu Tomoe, the infamous Hakatori, protege of the Bin brothers, points out a white and red tulip waving in the moonlit breeze. It kinda looks like it’s been splattered with blood.
Higemaru nods. “Looks bloody.”
“Ha!” She throws back her head. “And I thought I was the ghoul, Higemaru.”
He smirks at her. “Call me Touma.”
Hakatori raises her eyebrows. “I’d love to.”
“Hakatori – ” He loves her nickname, loves it like he loves her, and now he’s leaning towards her.
Her breath catches as he hesitates just centimeters from her lips.
So she brushes hers against his, gently, as if he were a flower.
He gasps slightly before kissing her with a ferocity befitting a ghoul. Hakatori drags him closer. “I’m glad you finally kissed me.”
Mercy and Magic 