"Under the Cherry Blossom Tree"

The night air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming cherry blossoms as we strolled through the garden, the soft glow of lanterns casting a romantic ambiance over the tranquil surroundings. Hange's arm was still wrapped around me, holding me close as we walked, his presence a comforting reminder that I was safe. As we reached the iconic cherry blossom tree, Hange stopped, his eyes locking onto mine with a deep affection. The tree's branches were adorned with delicate pink flowers, their petals gently swaying in the breeze, and I felt a sense of wonder wash over me. Hange's gaze never left mine as he reached out, his large hand enveloping mine. His hand was warm, and I could feel the veins beneath his skin, a gentle reminder of his strength and power. I squeezed his hand, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. We stood there for a moment, the only sound the gentle rustling of the leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Hange's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, searching for something, and I knew that I was ready to give it to him. Without a word, Hange leaned in, his face inches from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and my heart skipped a beat. I closed my eyes, my lips parting slightly in anticipation. Hange's lips brushed against mine, soft and gentle. It was a kiss that seemed to hold a world of emotion, a kiss that spoke of love, of devotion, of adoration. I felt my heart soar as I kissed him back, my lips moving softly against his. Hange's kiss deepened, his lips pressing against mine with a gentle passion. I felt his tongue touch mine, and I shivered, my body responding to the intimate touch. Hange's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, and I felt myself being drawn into his warm, muscular chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him tight as we kissed. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the magic of our first kiss. Hange's hands roamed my back, gentle and soothing, and I felt myself becoming lost in the sensation of his touch. As we broke apart for air, Hange's eyes locked onto mine, shining with a deep affection. I smiled, feeling my heart overflow with love for him. "I love you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Hange's face softened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I love you too, my baby," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Forever and always."