• He had killed sensei’s husband.

    He had murdered countless amounts of people.

    He had a foul mouth (something she herself would never even imagine attaining).

    He was in an S-ranked organization, formed of all nukenin, one of which was from her own home village.

    How could she manage to love him like she did?

    Her fingers combed through silver hair as she sat on the bed, him on the floor in front of her. It was surprisingly soft and lovely to the touch.
    “Mm, Hina-chan. Could you get me some more to drink?” Came his rough yet… sweet? Sounding voice.
    “O-of course…” She got off the bed and poured some more sake into the man’s glass.
    “Domo,” he gave her that grin. The one that made her knees feel weak. She blushed. “I still think you should have some, Hina-chan. It has a nice taste.” He took a sip from the glass before raising it to her own lips.
    “N-no thank you… I… I’m not fond of drinking.” Same response as always. He smiled at her again before draining the little cup himself.
    “Hina-chan… you shouldn’t be so shy.” He leaned over and kissed the girl on the cheek. “You don’t have to be so nervous.”

    Her ever-constant blush seemed to increase, long lashes shadowing her porcelain cheeks as she closed her eyes.
    “Hidan-san…” He watched her lips tremble slightly and kissed them to get them to stop.

    He tasted sweet.