For a fraction of second Minako’s eyes turned into huge cerulean pools of sadness as she took his words and believed she’d have to do with holding hands for the time. But another second later and she was in his arms at last, where she felt just so safe and complete. Slender arms instantly cling to her lover, not ever wanting to let him go and she lets out a cheerful giggle - a complete change of expressions. Kanda smelled and felt even more wonderful that she could recall.
❝ As much as you do. This is our fate after all. ❞ The senshi responded, melting at his every touch. She had missed Kanda so much! ❝ And I have one more reason to survive now… Who’s gonna piss you off if I die? ❞ And she nuzzles into his neck and presses loving kisses across his skin. She was thankful for his silent love and even more thankful for all that caressing. He was her dreamboy still.
Not seeing Minako for a while meant not receiving hugs for a while... and though Kanda would never confess to it, he was somewhat starved of her touches. He was not fond of physical contact, but when it came from the one who mattered to him... well... it was cherished?
He groans a bit, nuzzling into her shoulder. “You dying would piss me off more, probably. Don’t get careless.” The exorcist withdraws a bit to look at her, raising a brow. “Fight like hell. Or I’ll kick your ass, myself.” And he is, of course, teasing in that odd way of his. Evident in the way he smirks.
“Are you hungry...? We’ll eat wherever you chose...” Because, if he remembers correctly, she isn’t fond of noodles. Unlike him and his monotonous pallet.