[ Time has lent itself to Aki becoming more and more accustomed to the strangeness that his partner brings to their relationship, and the magical rush of cherry blossoms is one of those things. He's tried to capture them enough times, press them between the pages of books to have them as little memories, but they disappear faster than he can keep them safe and sound.

It's almost disappointing.

Something warm spreads through his gut, a quiet, pleased happiness that settles inside of him and makes him laugh softly. He wants more of these moments, he wants more of these things, the brushes of Tsurumaru's spiritual energy, the tenderness, the way that it inspires something beautiful inside of him.

Leaning in, he kisses him gently, unable to resist. ]

You could be. You could be my spousal sword.

[ Smiling, his hand draws him closer, fingers stroking through his hair. ]

Do you want to...? In the future?

[ There's a hint of nervousness, now. ]

I know I won't live forever, I know... I won't be around long enough for it to be...

[ Worthwhile. He pauses, sudden grief flickering over his face. ]

But it would be...