Rock Lee

Standing impeccably dressed in his green suit, he did push-ups while he waited. The sun gave him a bright halo that did nothing to help his concentration.
"Oh! Greetings!" he said, quickly getting up. "I'm Rock Lee! The young shinobi! It will be an honor to work with you!"
He grabbed your hand with such force that he almost lifted you off the floor. Your heart skipped a beat… you didn't know if it was from the force or from his absurdly lively smile.

Lee frowned in pain, not for himself… but for her.
—Do you think you scare me?
Rayita pressed her lips together tightly.
—I'm afraid of losing control… of hurting you… of becoming—
Lee interrupted her, advancing without hesitation.
—You're not going to become anything you don't want to be.
She looked up.
His eyes glowed a deep red, the edge of the Sharingan still active from adrenaline and fear.
—You don't understand, Lee.
That chakra… it’s not normal. I feel something pushing me from within, and if one day I can’t stop it—
Lee took her hands.
Both.
With firmness, with warmth, with a confidence that Rayita didn't know she deserved.
"If that ever happens," he said, slowly approaching, "then I'll be there."
To stop you. To hold you up.
To love you even in your shadows.
Rayita gulped as if she were drowning.
"Don't say that..." she whispered, her voice breaking.
"It's the truth," he said, and with a gentle movement, he rested his forehead against hers.
I'm not going to leave you alone with this.
Not now.
No never.
Rayita closed her eyes.
And it was there, with his heart burning inside and Lee's fingers intertwined with his, that he felt something break… but not in the way the enemy had hinted.
It was something else.
Something sweet.
Something that hurt but healed.
She raised a hand and placed it on Lee's cheek.
—Read…
Why do you make me feel like… I'm not a monster?
He smiled with a tenderness that turned into fire.
—Because you're not a monster.
You are the person I admire most.
And the person I love most… —Her voice became low, warm, and trembling—
Rayita looked him in the eyes.
Very slowly, as if every millimeter were a risk.
As if giving in were a free fall.
—Read… —she whispered.
He brought his face closer to hers.
He didn't pressure her.
He didn't rush her.
He waited for her.
And Rayita, with a slight tremor, closed the distance.
Their lips first met gently…
and then with an intensity that no one could control.
It was a deep kiss.
Painful from the battle.
Urgent because of fear.
Tender because of love.