* BRAWLER / BEAUTY.

  “—i could say the same.” he fakes any joy that is found in the way he expresses himself, choosing to ignore just how irritated he had been over this whole night going to a waste for now. at least there would be some kind of pay-off, sangwoo reminds himself. if it wasn’t tonight, then it could definitely be next time they met each other again, once she was convinced that he was someone she could trust.

   the smile that he offers doesn’t falter even when he leans back as he reaches for his wallet, leaving enough to cover for his drinks plus the tip for the two of them since she wouldn’t let him pay for what she had that evening. maybe next time he’d have better luck. “—you can ring me any time you want and i’d make some time for you.”

❝ any time, eh ?? ❞

as time passed, subtle blurring vision had gradually began to clear. though still in a merried state, musashi had felt her composure beginning to be regained once again, allowing her to make somewhat of a clear and conscious decision without fear of regret when the next morning would roll over.

she tucked the device into the opening of her small handbag, pulling out her purse as a means of covering the remaining amount, including the additional charge that she did not wish for sangwoo to cover. eventually, she turned within her seat to face him while maintaining the sincerity and softness of her smile.

nsfw headcanons.

Send 🍺 to encounter drunk musashi.

❝ uwaaah, the great queen has blessed my presence !! ~ ❞

words slurred, blending smoothly together as paled features flush a deepening shade of crimson, sapphire depths glazed over as she appeared almost glassy-eyed. saber drew closer, a subtle sway as cherished liquor flowed through thrumming veins in steadfast, her tone utterly merry and typically jealous - perhaps unnecessarily overzealous to some.

     why she was acting like these were news to her? he didn’t know. he would’ve assumed that someone like her was used to that sort of attention from plenty of other men that were desperate to have their way with someone of her calibre, but she acted as if he was the first one.

  “—i wouldn’t have asked otherwise.” you stupid bitch. that sort of attitude was one of the reasons why he couldn’t stand most girls—the constant need for validation annoyed him to no end. every time, he had to repeat himself like he had fucking stuttered. it was like not even themselves believed that someone like him would notice them. it was irritating, tedious. yet, he smiled at them on each occasion to hide his annoyance.

     her phone was grabbed when it was handed to him, registering his phone number on her contacts as simply ‘sangwoo’ before giving it back with a smirk. “—maybe for next time you will let me pay for the drinks.”

❝ of course !! Sounds good to me, Sangwoo-san. ❞

she smiled upon receiving her phone once more, glancing over the details on the screen while maintaining her warming smile. regardless of her inebriated state, musashi was still able to decipher clearly that it was excitement she felt coursing through her veins at the thought of meeting with the brunette again. certainly, she would be far better prepared.

❝ I’ve had a good night, you have been wonderful company. ❞

    THE INTERRUPTION of his morning routine nor the loss of his coffee were as significant at the state of his Valentino suit, now stained with both of their drinks. Not only that, but some of it had also fallen onto his Santoni shoes. It did not make a difference, but he still raised one foot at a time as if that would get rid of the excess that made its way on it. He doesn’t even bother on checking the state of this woman’s attire or the café employee rushing to take care of the mess that was left. At this moment, all that he had in mind was how much time was being wasted and nothing had been done about it.

  “—You think sorry will fix my suit?” His voice is sharp, but he keeps his tone at a relatively normal one to avoid drawing any more attention that necessary. The demand for a wet tissue or napkin is made, and another employee rushes to avoid the lawyer’s wrath.

it was upon receiving such a firm, unrelenting and stern scolding from the towering blonde that musashi wished for the world to swallow her whole. she felt herself shrinking in size while he continued to tower and loom over her, prompting a quivering sound of sorts. riddled with nerves, her own blouse stained by coffee also, she was sincerely uncertain as to how she could remotely soothe the others angered disposition.

❝ I am very sorry, sir ... honestly !! ❞

she fumbled, glancing down at her own appearance before a thought suddenly emerged, as though a bulb became alight. eyes widened, reaching into her bag in order to pull out her phone, to which she extended it to him.

unprompted asks.

❝ Is this some kind of joke, Byakuya-san ?? ❞ 

surely, it was. there was not even the slightest chance that the fair-haired beauty would even remotely consider donning the alarmingly fluorescent green suit. brows furrowed as features wrinkled ever so slightly, a hum is dissatisfaction and disapproval escaped the dual-wielder, unruly ashen strands wavered as musashis head shook.

can’t remember the meme for this sentence prompt rgjksdj.

musashi had warned the other plentifully. the risks of venturing beside her were inevitable, resulting in many altercations as such. she did not wish for him to be harmed, not because of her above all else. but no matter how much she would speak, he often met her with his own unfaltering stubbornness. an exhale slipped, head shaking ever so slightly in defeat of josukes resolve.