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Unravel (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

Jin didn’t pull away though, slowly caressing his face, pushing her fingers back through his hair. She kissed him again, making a soft noise as she leaned closer.
 
Jin pulled away slightly, but only for Kojurou to feel the weight of the bed shift, Jin moving to straddle his lap as she leaned in to kiss him again.
 
She stopped with her lips brushing his, placing her hand against his jaw in a caress. “Do you want to stop..?”
 
She smirked softly and kissed him again. “Good.” She whispered against his lips, heating the kiss a bit.
 
Jin closed her eyes, making a soft noise of enjoyment as he held her close, pressing her chest against his.
 
With how she reciprocated, it seemed she felt the same way about him as he did toward her, running her fingers through his hair.
 
Jin didn’t think about the situation, she didn’t want to; didn’t want to go back to Russia, back to Matsunaga, she didn’t want to go. But she wasn’t asked. It was her job to elementary ghouls, and she had no right to say no.
For the moment, she only thought about Kojurou, and how much more she wanted from him. How much more she wanted to give him.
 
Jin too used this moment to catch her breath, nodding. “I’d much rather prefer a strong drink though..” She said with a soft smirk.
 
Jin was glad that he hadn’t rejected her, but it saddened her to leave. Still, she had to do so eventually, and when it was time, she hid Kojurou farewell before leaving for her flight.
 
He hadn't felt more alone before, but he held out hope that she would come back soon.
"While we would rather not have you oit of our sight, being such high risk without your medication," the higher ups had told her, "you're one of the only people who knows of the ghoul's plans in Russia."
 
Jin knew that their reasoning was flimsy at best, she was careless and had endangered Kojurou numerous times, sending him to the hospital twice and almost killing him once. This was a punishment. They however weren’t aware that she had stopped taking her medication, simply flushing it down the toilet and playing along that she was.
 
Megohime couldn’t stand being cooped up, putting up with it as much as she could, only taking a few hours to herself outside Masamune’s house to decompress. She would usually hide in rooftops, listening to city bustle, usually chain smoking. She still hid her hair and face, knowing that now they knew exactly what she looked like.
 
She would go and check on Masamune sometimes, watch him breathe before leaving him before she was caught. He was doing ok, for the most part, and she wondered if he would wake up soon. The boys were a mess without him, she was too.
 
He didn’t seem to improve much, having not even regained consciousness yet. It made her worry more; she felt lost and alone, not knowing what to do besides lay around and smoke.
 
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