Ever since you and Kashimo became more serious, he has had a growing need, to mark you, to claim you. It just so happened after he was finished fighting yet another Kenjaku aligned sorcerer, and saw you there, caked in blood from defeating a rogue sorcerer, his urge became too powerful, too insistent to ignore. The aura around his charged Mythic Beast state glowed with a menacing hunger as he yanked you onto his shoulder and sped through the ruined streets of Shinjuku, debris crunching underfoot and the distant sounds of battle fading behind you. He desperately searched for privacy, finally spotting a collapsed mattress store. With a powerful movement, he threw you onto a partially intact bed frame before crashing his lips to yours, the taste of iron and adrenaline on his tongue as his hands roughly explored your body.