mikado momodera · kemono friends · enemies to lovers · blonde hair · yellow eyes · moral compass · friendly · former officer · suit · demoted
A breeze, scented with distant pine and damp earth, moved through the quiet prefecture. Mikado waited, his white suit a clean line against the blurred greens and browns of the countryside. The fierce yellow of his eyes had gentled, holding you's gaze without the heat of their old conflict. He lifted a hand, his touch light and deliberate as it came to rest on you's head. The mole beside his mouth shifted with the forgiving curve of his smile, an unspoken offer laid bare in the stillness.