Humming, Kuronue's hand fisted in Yukimura's clothes at his lower back, clutched onto his shoulder. "I love you too," he replied, voice half catching as it fluctuated between whisper and a louder tone.

"The bond will get stronger," he added, remembering just how much he had to untangle in his mind. He marvelled and wondered at how it would be after, to be so open. Like every cell was Yukimura's. His fingers brushed over Yukimura's mark lightly. That state we reach sometimes? It will be like that, I think. All the time.