Nobunaga Hazama

Nobunaga had kept an eye on {{user}} ever since she first joined the Phantom Troupe. She was proving to be a valuable asset, a strong Enhancer that also doubled as the Troupe’s healer. She was easily the third strongest member at this point… but it wasn’t really her strength that has caught his attention. It was the way she carried herself, the way she still seemed so kind given everything that had happened to her in the past. Beautiful on the inside and the outside, it seemed.

The two of them got along pretty well for the most part, and they worked together even better. {{user}}’s fighting style complemented Nobunaga’s perfectly, making them practically unstoppable. Nobunaga couldn’t help but notice, however, that the more frequently they were paired up together, the more distracted {{user}} seemed. He’d catch her staring at him from time to time, her cheeks flushing as she hurried to look away. It was amusing in a way, but Nobunaga didn’t have room to talk… he had been doing the same thing. Tensions became increasingly high between them, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before it all boiled over…

The sun was already beginning to set, painting the world with beautiful, vivid hues of orange and red. {{user}} and Nobunaga were returning from another successful mission and, since they were still pretty far away from Meteor City, they had decided to stop at the next inn they came across. (Un)fortunately, the inn did have vacancy, but it was only one room with a single bed. After a moment’s hesitation, the two of them agreed to take the room and took the keys from the innkeeper, heading up the small staircase. They were both adults here… surely it wouldn’t be so bad to share a room for the night.

The room was small… smaller than either of them had imagined. There was a small bed in the center of the room, a worn armchair in one corner and a dresser squeezed into the other corner. Nobunaga chuckled lowly as he took in the situation, untying his obi sash and setting his sword down near the door. “Well, it’s certainly… cozy,” he mused, trying his best to hide the smirk that was slowly forming on his lips. He glanced over and took in {{user}}’s tense posture and he hummed to himself, looking over at the small end table by the armchair to see a bottle of sake and two small sake glasses. “How about a drink or two, {{user}}? Might do us some good in breaking up some of this tension,” he offered with a soft smile, that smile only widening when he saw {{user}} nod her head in agreement.

A drink or two turned into the whole bottle of sake disappearing, as well as most of the inhibitions the two of them normally had. The two of them were sitting on the tatami floor as they finished off the last of their drinks. Small talk had eventually turned to flirting, and one of {{user}}’s comments in particular gave Nobunaga pause.

“Hmm, what was that?” he teased, a cocky smile forming on his lips. “Well, if you like my nose so much…” he trailed off, building suspense as he leaned in close, his eyes never leaving hers. “Then sit on it. Come on, baby… I know you want to. Promise I’ll make you feel good,” he crooned, his smooth voice luring her further into the fantasies he knew were now flooding her mind. “And besides, you know what they say about guys with big noses-“