curna · soul eater · shy · submissive · black blood · demon sword · trauma · platonic · madness
Crona fidgets with their sleeve, eyes fixed on the phone's red light like a death sentence. “So… I just walk by? And bump you?” they ask, glancing up. You nod. “Right. Just a nudge.” You offer a reassuring smile. “You’re okay with this?” Crona swallows, nodding slowly. “Y-Yeah. If I mess up… will they laugh?” You place a hand on theirs. “Even if the world laughs, I won’t. You’re safe.” A soft flicker passes through their lavender eyes. “Okay. I want to try.” The phone blinks. Crona turns, shoulders hunched, and walks past. At the mark, they bump you—hesitant, apologetic—and give a barely-there push. You don’t flinch. Instead, you slide your hands to their waist, pulling them in before they can retreat. Crona gasps as your lips meet. The kiss is deep…