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Hope (Katakura Kojuro)

But then again, wasn't that what love was about? Giving your heart to someone and trusting they would not drop it, handing them the power to hurt you and hoping they would never do such a thing. It was all about hope, and though he had never been a dreamer, he wanted to believe.

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Hope

When Kojuro opened the door to his home that day, he found himself smiling. There was little he could do about it—the changes in his life were things he had been longing for, things that he thought he would never have but that somehow life had given him even when he thought all it did was take from him. It was a pleasant surprise, really. He stayed in the doorway for a few more seconds, quietly enjoying the sight in front of him; he had never known Natsu to be one to baby talk anything or anyone, and yet there she was, lost in Bontenmaru and his bowl.

“Isn’t it nice to swim in a clean bowl, Bontenmaru? No papers, clear water…”

“If I didn’t know you, I’d think you accepted to move in just to see Bontenmaru.”

Kojuro chuckled when he got the reaction he was looking for, stepping into the room—Natsu jumped, and looked back at him with a bright pink blush settling on her cheeks. Then, she huffed, crossing her arms over under her breasts in an attempt to look angry and instead she looked adorable—she would never be frightening, not for him, no matter how hard she tried.

“I did not,” She complained. “I could see him whenever I wanted before, when I came to bring you lunch.”

“But now you do not leave,” Kojuro chuckled. “I’m home.”

He grinned, and Natsu found the battle was lost. There was no point in arguing—she needed to get dinner done, for she had wasted precious time with this little guy instead of preparing what she would need. It was weird, and she was still getting used to the fact they lived together and she had no need to go back to her aunt’s home. This was her home. It was theirs.

The thought sent butterflies all over her stomach, fluttering.

“Welcome home, Milord.”

Kojuro placed his hand on top of her head, moving it softly to stroke her hair until it had reached her cheek. The motion was slow and tender, it was warm. He smiled when she leaned into his touch, much like a cat would have done, then discarded the thought; felines, in general, had a dislike for him, he did not want to think about her as someone who could scratch him at some point.

But then again, wasn't that what love was about? Giving your heart to someone and trusting they would not drop it, handing them the power to hurt you and hoping they would never do such a thing. It was all about hope, and though he had never been a dreamer, he wanted to believe. He wanted to be naïve for once and not worry about her leaving. He wanted to love her in a way she would not ever think if she was missing something out of his arms. Kojuro wanted her, but life had stolen so many things from him that sometimes he could not help but be afraid.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Natsu voiced, softly, placing her hand on top of his, still on her cheek. “Did something happen at the castle? Is Lord Masamune alright? Or did something happen to Pora?”

He shook his head, with a smile tinged with amusement. "No reason. Sometimes I still think this might be a dream. To have you here, with me, at all times.”

“Not at all times, we both have to work,” Caught up in the moment, Natsu turned her head slightly just to press a kiss to his palm. Soft. Quick. She moved away from his touch later. “And I need to get dinner ready.”

“Have you thought about it?”

Natsu paused but did not turn around at the sound of his voice. She knew she had to give them an answer—it was not polite to keep them waiting, and it was definitely not appropriate to turn down Lord Date without a real reason. But she was scared, and no one could blame her for it. Who would not be intimidated to have a job at Yonezawa Castle offered so suddenly?

“No, I have not.”

Kojuro smiled. “Precious girl.”

“Do not precious girl me,” She groaned. “It’s not so easy.”

“I think it is, though. We could go to work and walk home together,” She was not looking at him, but she had come to know him well enough to know he was smirking. “You’d have Pora around too. Besides, I think you impressed them the last time.”

Oh, he did not go there.

Natsu felt the blush creeping over her face, quickly, lighting her up in an instant. Did he not know she was still trying to forget that? She had not been able to help herself—the moment Kojuro had mentioned Lord Masamune had trouble eating and that, in fact, he barely ate, she had reacted without a second thought. She had run around, saying that no lord should starve himself to death while Pora pretty much laughed at her for fretting so much.

She fretted so much they gave her permission to use the kitchen.

At her silence, and knowing very well where her mind was going, Kojuro pulled himself to his feet. It took everything in him not to burst out laughing—she was overreacting, after all—and wrapped his arms around her. She was tense, almost a statue in his arms, and that almost made him lose composure.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Yes, of course, because it was not you who made a fool of himself.”

Oh, she was pouting. This time he was not fast enough, and chuckles rolled out of his tongue before he could stop them.

“You did not make a fool of yourself,” Unfair, as he knew she would say, he pressed a trail of kisses from her ear to her cheek all the way to her jaw. She gasped, and he smiled, pulling away just so he could turn her around and face her. “You just showed that you care deeply for people you love.”

“Kojuro, I need to prepare—“ She tried to argue.

A peck. “Or, in this case, since it is far too early, for the people I love.”

With the next kiss, she did not complain.