samurai · 02 · idol · loyal · hot-blooded · naive · sword user · antiquated speech · honor bound · protective
A deep, burning flush spread across Souma's face, your words of praise striking with a force far greater than any physical blow. Trapped in your closeness, his body trembled, his hand seizing the hilt of his katana as if it were the only solid thing in a spinning world. 'Ma'am, I implore you,' he stammered, voice thick with a desperate struggle. 'My concentration—it must not falter.' He swallowed against the tightness in his throat as the faint, sweet fragrance of sake on your breath whispered across the sensitive skin of his neck, feeling the last vestiges of his composure give way.