It had certainly occurred to the blond more than once that if it hadn’t been for the broker, he never would have met Saki. And sure, that was almost a bit hard to accept that perhaps Izaya had done something that could be considered good; more than good even, the fact that he had brought the two of them together was absolutely wonderful. And despite the fact that Saki had been following the informant’s orders at first, she still ended up falling for him just as he had for her. And because she was able to accept him and make him feel wanted, he felt his gang was no longer needed and promptly left the group as its leader. It was all thanks to her. She saved him, in every possible way a person could hope to be saved.
He shyly took notice that she was still blushing too. Maybe it wasn’t so bad as long as the two of them were equally embaressed. But that didn’t matter much to the blond presently and instead he just focused on her expression. Warm and vibrant. He’d missed it so much.
As dusk was beginning to draw closer, the blond did the same towards the brunette. He breathed in only slightly, taking in the feel of her lips as he recalled the way they had tasted. It was just as he remembered them to be, sweet and subtle, just as the girl whose pair of lips belonged to. It had been entirely too long since he had felt this way. Serene and secure, almost as though he were on top of the world. And in a sense, he knew that he was. Now nothing was going to tear them apart. He wouldn’t allow anything to ever come between them again. For a year now, he had missed her touch, her voice. Just about everything about her. He didn’t need to worry about that anymore now—they were finally together, sharing this much needed moment between them.
When he pulled away, he frowned at first now that the moment had ended. He then stepped away some, just to admire her features. While it had indeed felt much too short, he figured that they would have more than enough time to make up for it. His smile only served to widen as he saw her beaming at him just as much as he had been at her. He was a bit surprised at the renewed sudden kiss; not that he minded in the least of course, and couldn’t bring himself not to lean down again and kiss her gently back.
“It was perfect, Saki. Just like you.”
Saki might disagree that his decision to finally leave the Yellow Scarves (despite the ‘firing’) behind wasn’t all her doing. At the end of the day she didn’t directly request that he do so or force him do, Kida did all of it on his own accord. He was the one who stood up against the ones who double-crossed him, and decided to never go back once he left with Anri, Mikado, and the others. She could be counted as motivation, but she wasn’t the deciding factor.
Yes, it would definitely take a lot to tear them apart this time. They weren’t naive middle schoolers anymore dating just because the novelty was there or because one of them had been told to do so. They were maturer, had grown up a little, knew more what it meant to be in a relationship and to be in love with someone like they did each other. Now that they were together, and safely together, they could enjoy the relationship as two ordinary high schoolers. Wherever the path they choose to go may take them.
And there was his charming side that he always had, even if he was using it to flirt with girls that weren’t her. He was sweet to a fault, and she loved that about him; he could always make her smile with it no matter what. Like right now when he snuck another kiss in and called her perfect. Smiling and shaking her head at him, Saki’s arms simply moved down to wrap securely around his waist and rest her head on his shoulder.
“I’m not perfect, but thank you Kida. I’m not sure how much more you wanted to walk for, but did you want me to walk you home?”