pages of attraction [kny x reader|oneshot]

touches - sanemi (fluff)

Wounds beget scars. These scars wound the man's heart.

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You're much more of a troubling pillar than what Sanemi had originally have in mind.

The pad of your thumb lined on the skin under his eyes, your palm on both cheeks and your fingers cupping the sides of his face, spreading warmth on his pale complexion - and hurting embarrassment. It's an agony not to get flustered and smack your hands at the same time; if else, he would lose in this dare.

The hold made Sanemi feel vulnerable, but at the same time, safe - he doesn't know how to process what he should be thinking rather than how soft and meaningful your caresses are to him, and he guess he substitute the sensation with the one his mother uses to do whenever he's crying.

Yet, it felt all the same. These haunting touches.

It made his chest churn in longing, surfacing the buried emotions he once hard to forget. It's a touch filled with tenderness, ministrations nothing but satin – the feel of your fingertips on his face felt foreign, yet it's a touch of home.

Sanemi tries his best not to sigh.

Your fingers are grazing his scars now, and for some odd reason - he found that intimate. Too intimate.

Your fingers are soft to the touch, and softer than a child's hand. Your caress became satin, and your hold became a ghost to the warmth on his skin. You're holding unto him as if you're afraid he's fragile, and the notion curled his heart inward: hurting, but a good hurt.

He would never admit it, but your touches described him well - how else would he explained his dismissive behavior?

Your touches leave a foreign wake on Sanemi' cheeks, and his grey eyes struggled not to meet yours.

He let himself felt sigh when the pad of your fingers brushed the scar above his nose, before clenching his jaw when he felt your fingers trace the scar on the side of his mouth, fingernails are like shadows to your warmth – leaving an imprint on his face: still caressing and thumbing the char-healed skin with careful touches that soothed his longing heart.

How come you're not disgusted of his features?

He became vaguely aware of how close your fingertips are to his lips. He wanted to take your hand and move it away from his warm face – forget that this ever happened. Curse you off like a drunkard full of regrets, and he would do that if his own dignity was not on stake.

But... he can't fight what's already happening, and he can't move until you're finished harassing his face. All he could do is let you be, until you're satisfied that the dare is done.

Your hand left his cheeks, and he sighed through his nose in relief - only to seethe inwardly when he felt too much from the way you cradled his jaw with your delicate touch. Your hold makes his chest heavy, and for some odd reason, he wants to savor it this time.

The sound of bemusement echoed in his ears, and the he raised his eyes to find yours - which are curved into mirth alongside the toothy smile you display just for him. He froze, the distance made him want to step back - but he didn't. He couldn't. The way you grin at him like that; Sanemi wants more of it.

You're looking at his forehead now, and he wonders if you're looking at his scars; oblivious that your lips are practically above his, just above whisper and if he would want, he could close the distance and would mold those two together in an embrace.

He's heavily considering it.

Your lips look so smooth, soft – just like your touches – that it made Sanemi wonder how it would feel for him to touch them - kiss them. His gray orbs couldn't help but imprint the sight of softness and lines of the plump flesh with bottled restraint.

Oh how they tempt him, seduce him, wants him to push himself on you.

Then he became aware of what he's thinking and strayed his eyes down on the floor with a silent curse leaving his mind.

He shouldn't be thinking that - you're a friend and you're just that. Sure you're attractive, and the wind pillar wouldn't lie that he mused at the thought of the two of you being together - but you're better off without him.

Trouble follow his trail like a loyal dog, he loses more people than he would admit stayed - and he wouldn't want that fate for you. You deserved better than him. You deserved a peaceful life than a promised uncertainty of being with him. You're strong, yes... but he doesn't want to tempt fate that he could avoid.

Too soon, your hands left his cheeks and it made him feel lonely all over again. Like northern winds blowing away the remnants of your touches - he felt his face grew cold, instantly missing your warmth.

"Now ain't that fun." You chuckled, folding your arms in front of your chest in a cocky manner. He frowned at your words, but deep inside the man couldn't help but wish to kiss that smirk off your face.

Sanemi grunted in reply, looking away from you as he willed himself not to stutter. "So what's the next stupid dare?"

The knowing smile grew on your face, especially when you put that soft finger above your lips. His jaw dropped as the color of warmth painted his cheeks at the dare that comes next.

"I dare you to kiss me."

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Her presence made his heart mend together - and he grew afraid. The wounds she'll leave will be broken beyond repair.