Forbidden Love

The sun's light was fading on the horizon, leaving an orange glow to illuminate the hospital windows. After a long battle and intense exchanges, Shikai had made his way directly to the medical wing where he worked. A bright mystical palm slowly repaired his injured arm, and soon, he regained normal mobility.

Settling into his desk, he took a deep breath. Patients filed in one by one, each receiving Shikai's meticulous and expert attention. As the last patient left the room, he straightened up, ready to conclude his day, but a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

He glanced at the wall clock. "4 p.m. This will probably be the last one."

"Come in," he said, his voice calm but slightly weary.

The door opened softly, revealing a familiar silhouette. Mikoto Uchiha, elegant and graceful, entered the office, her serious gaze immediately capturing Shikai's attention.

"Ah, it was you, Mikoto-san," he said with a warm smile, skillfully hiding the surprise in his voice.

Mikoto sat down with natural grace, but her expression remained neutral, almost distant.

"I have something important to tell you," she began, crossing her hands over her knees.

Shikai, still smiling, leaned forward slightly, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "Important, you say? I'm all ears, especially for you."

A hint of irritation flashed in Mikoto's eyes, but she quickly composed herself.

"Shikai, I wanted us to talk one last time," she said finally, her voice steady but tinged with a resolve that made Shikai's smile waver.

"One last time?" he repeated, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Mikoto nodded, averting her gaze. "I think we should no longer see each other. It's been long enough."

Shikai tried to hide his surprise, but his warm smile became more fragile. "Mikoto-san... what are you trying to say? We've shared something special, you and I. You can't pretend it never existed."

Mikoto took a deep breath, her expression hardening. "I'm not pretending, Shikai. But I'm married, and you... you're too young. You're the same age as my son. I can't cheat on Fugaku for a mere fling."

The word "fling" struck Shikai like an invisible slap. He sat up straight, trying to contain the emotion rising within him. "A fling, you say? Do you really think my feelings for you are that superficial?"

Mikoto looked away, the silence stretching between them.

"You feel something for me, Mikoto. You do, even if it's unintentional," Shikai said with an intensity that forced her to meet his eyes.

"I haven't admitted anything," she replied weakly, though her slightly flushed cheeks betrayed her words.

Shikai stood up slowly, approaching the desk. "I'll fight for what I feel, Mikoto. No matter the obstacles, I'll fight for us."

Mikoto shook her head, her eyes filling with sincere sadness. "You're a good person, Shikai, but it's impossible. Fugaku is my husband, and you... you're just a fifteen-year-old teenager. It's a passing feeling, nothing more. You'll forget, I promise you."

"Passing?" Shikai repeated, his eyes locking with hers. "Do you really think I could forget you, Mikoto-san? Even if it destroys me, I can't turn my back on what I feel."

Mikoto rose, trying to bring an end to this painful conversation. "It will hurt you, Shikai, but it's for the best. Forget about me. You'll thank me later."

As she moved towards the door, Shikai took a step forward, gently grasping her wrist. Mikoto stopped, her breath catching.

"I'd do anything for you, Mikoto," he said, his voice trembling but sincere. "Even if Fugaku saw me as an enemy, even if it meant putting my life at risk, I won't back down."

Mikoto closed her eyes, battling the emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. "You're insane..." she murmured, but her voice lacked conviction.

Shikai, with an unusual tenderness, gently lifted her chin so she would look at him. "What if I prove to you it's not just a whim? That my feelings are real?"

Before she could respond, he leaned in slowly, his lips meeting hers in a soft yet passionate kiss, filled with all the passion he had been holding back for so long. The warmth of the contact sent shivers down Mikoto's spine, her senses awakening instantly. Her hands, resting on Shikai's shoulders, slid gently to his neck, her fingers intertwining in his silky hair.

The kiss intensified, becoming deeper and more ardent. Shikai, with subtle skill, guided Mikoto in a sensual ballet. His hands glided down her waist, resting gently on her hips. He felt the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, and couldn't help but smile, his heart pounding.

With infinite tenderness, he caressed the curves of her buttocks, his fingers gently brushing her flesh. Mikoto, despite herself, surrendered, her hips moving slightly, responding to his desire. Shikai, feeling his passion grow, gently pressed his hands, his fingers slightly sinking into the tender flesh.

His movements were slow, calculated, as if he wanted to explore every inch of her body. He caressed her buttocks delicately, his hands gliding along her curves, then moving up to her waist. Mikoto, eyes closed, let herself be carried away by this sensual dance, her body instinctively responding to his touches.

Shikai, with infinite tenderness, continued his caresses, his fingers kneading her buttocks softly. He felt the heat of her body intensify, the passion grow. His hands, guided by his desire, moved towards the back, his fingers slightly sinking into the hollows of her buttocks, molding them with delicacy.