🌟Minami Yuki ᴬᵘᵗᵒᵖᶫᵃʸ

          on one hand, he was trying to keep his cool –  really, he was –  but on the other, he could help but imagine what his parents will say when they find their only son in jail.  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍.  it isn’t even about disappointing them anymore, or even about getting their attention like it was the last time; he simply didn’t want to have to deal with their judgmental expressions and their silent treatment, or worse, their ten minute long speeches about how hard they work for him to have everything he needs and about how he’s making things difficult for them. as if they have the right to act like they’ve been good parents to him.

nibbling his bottom lip raw with worry, hazel orbs darted from the metal bars surrounding them, to the cops walking around outside of it, and back to yuki.  how was he not 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃?  suga wouldn’t last a single day in prison!  and despite how tough the blue haired boy pretended to be, suga knew he wouldn’t either.  “what exactly is going to happen to us … ?”

          With jacket against back and head resting upon wall while legs take up most of bench - eyes shut, attempting to take a nap while the police take their good ol’ time, probably trying to get extra money for hours wasted doing nothing - but the one thing that prevented him from actually resting was the sound of a bouncing leg and panicked words. A soft groan crossing lips as head tilts in the direction, an eye partly opening to look at partner whose clearly sweating. 

         “I love you but if you’re going to be such a pansy about this, don’t come along next time.” Yuki’s voice was quiet, deep and quite unamused - after all, this wasn’t his first time sitting behind bars, not that the pristine record he held would give away such - considering when you’re rich, everyone has their price to make petty crime disappear; breaking, entering and vandalism would fall under that category - in fact the officers were just waiting on a wire transfer of funds before they’d be released. 

         “Could you stop worrying so much or at least do it more, I unno, quietly so I can get some sleep?” It was the perfect amount of downtime to get some shut eye otherwise - and for the insomniac with coffee high running low - it was desired while waiting. 

   “      you know those piercings with lace that go through your back like corset? you’d look really pretty with those!! kind of like you were stitched up like a stuffed animal…. hehe. “ 

              Sure, Yuki knew of the type of body modification Ximen was talking about. The model had even thought about having it done once or twice, however there were stipulations in a certain work contract that often barred doing things with skin considered too unseemly. A sip of coffee taken in along with a long breath before a rather fast exhale releases. “While I agree, I’d probably look nice with them, I sadly can’t.” There’s a tad sadness to the tone, though discarding the statement about it being similar to a teddy bear - having gotten used to some of the rather odd comments made by the other.

How were you ruined?

ruined by loneliness

you are so lonely. you are miserable in your solitude. you hate that you cannot bring yourself to reach out, to ask for help. you will be forgotten by all who never knew you. your biggest fear is that you will die alone, and you know this fear will be seen to fruition. you refuse to extend yourself beyond the box that others put you in. and it is a box that no one dare come near. you are lonely because you are afraid of yourself.

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     Ethan got out of the car with a sigh, before urging his student to do the same. The wind had picked up now and the autumn was slowly turning into winter once again. He gave the overcast sky a look before glancing over to the building that was their destination. 

     “You make sure you’re polite, alright?” he spoke to the boy who gave him a nod and a smile. They crossed the street and were gladly received by the warmth of the studio, before they made their way towards where he hoped would find the person he had spoken to on the phone. “You excited?” he made towards his student, hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers. The reply he received - a giddy ‘yes’ - made a smile dance on his lips, before he encouraged the boy to walk ahead of him when they entered the big room. The sound of the floor beneath his feet reminded him of his own ballet classes and all those tough but fair instructors. 

     “Morning, are you Yuki?” he asked as he approached a man who was stretching by one of the walls. “Ethan Stark, we spoke on the phone,” he made again, his face maintaining a polite expression while he extended a cold hand for the other to grab. “Silva, stop loitering,” he threw over his shoulder, noticing the boy watch around in a trance. He could not blame him, however - he had the same look on his face as a kid when he was first introduced to a big studio. 

            Having appointments to make at an early time was often a double sided blade for Yuki - considering the insomniac still required down time to collect himself, but when a job demands certain hours - there wouldn’t be much of an argument. Enough coffee for the day kept in a thermos to the side, early as to prepare for the day and avoid a majority of traffic later hours brought.

             Not paid attention to the time nor surroundings while focused upon getting body into any condition to instruct - thankful for only a bit of fatigue that came with two days lack of sleep; the sudden voice that didn’t fit with the music playing within earbuds caused a light spook, forcing body to be just a little tense before there’s a heavy sigh to relax, shaking it off. A hand moving to swipe device away, better hearing the greeting now. Neck tilting either direction until a pop lowly sounds.

           “Yeah, I remember.” Even with over the phone, the man’s voice was quite similar in person comparably. Though hand would be taken a quick shake, he’s more so peering to the boy whose supposed to be student. “He’s fine, let him look around a bit,” It wasn’t as if hurt anything except a bit of time. “After all, we’ll be in here quite a bit.” It was best to get the excitement out now rather than later when trying to learn and teach.

┋ 蒼炎⋙—.Impatience and irritation had flooded his marred features by the time that the door was pried just slightly ajar. Indignation reigned high upon his brow, but even so, Dabi made some effort to stymie the fuming ire from his voice. It helped that the occupant who responded to “Snowy,” was nothing like he had expected – and in the process assessing this new figure, most of the rancor in his voice died on his tongue.

    ❝You almost took too long, kid. Do you think I wanna hold these damn things forever? Your groceries, as promised from a pain in the neck equal to you, I guess. Toga’s busy, but she gave me this address. I was busy too, before all this. Show some gratitude, would you?❞

    He raised the sack of edibles aloft with a flat expression, so Yuki could peruse the contents at proximity. The villain comprehended why caution was employed – if they were already involved with Toga, then it only made sense that they would have their defenses raised to the ceiling or higher. Dabi understood it. But that didn’t mean he had to enjoy playing errand boy on someone else’s whim.

     ❝I can’t imagine what inspired you to get involved with her. She’s a lunatic, you know that, right? Not that it’s my business. Do whatever you want, but it’s not smart to get too mixed up with us. Better keep your head down.❞

        Dabi’s tourmaline eyes flickered from the bag to the stranger in the doorway. He’d dispensed the sage advice that was only fair to impart – and he looked for signs of registry within the brilliant blues staring back at him. Curiosity, and a cold amusement prickled at his chest – would the response be fear? Ire? It was hard to know what had piqued Toga’s interest in the fair-faced young stranger. 

      ❝You want these or not?❞

          There’s a scoff that’d escape at being called ‘kid’, save for ruined skin - Yuki didn’t think he was much younger than the man outside door, if not older. And then there’s a deep sigh release at the statement about that stupid brat giving out address, while resigned to that fact that it was impossible to get rid of the small demon child, there were certain lines that were wished not crossed - this was one of them. 

         “I’m sorry but who are you again?” Honestly, unable to feel guilt for being slow to door when firstly having been unaware of getting a visitor and secondly having limited idea of who the person was - still it probably wasn’t wise to push any further if sent by her, so the door is shut. On the other side, the sound of metal sliding within metal could be heard, taking only a minute to get the maze chain undone to push the apartment door open.

          “Lets make this fast, shall we? I have plans.” Which involved returning to the pillows and blankets thrown on the floor beside couch in plain view within living room. “The kitchen is over there.” Motioning just around the corner - not that it was in much better of a state with take out containers littering the table in center of small room and counter, lacking desire to clean just yet. 

           Though there certainly lacked care or fear toward the comment to keep low - as if that wasn’t what intentions were but there was a vague feeling he’d have no choice, considering hand was already forced once. 

   One of his many hunts has ended. The demon was an easy hunt and an even easier kill. These new demons were somewhat disappointing, they aren’t as powerful as they used to be. As he enters a bar, he looks around. He’s tall, muscled and scarred up. There were two reactions when people saw him, fear, and pure sexual desire. 

   Bright green eyes, which almost glowed in the bar, looked around before sitting at the bar. That’s when he smelled it, the scent of a demon. But it was faded. He closed his eyes, ‘seeing’ his magic he found the source, the man right next to him. “So…come here often? I need something strong tonight.” He said, striking small conversation.

          It was quite frequent for Yuki to end up at a bar more nights of the week than not - however this bar was one he’d not been to. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with it, but there were often closer to home. This place just happened to be closer to end of work than anything. It was figured fine however since any place that served alcohol was good enough.

         “Strong you say?” Yuki’d question in return while own drink was swished around the edges of glass, ignoring the original question, finding such cliche with it. Though after a moment the drink is set upon the bar and slid toward the stranger. “Can’t get much stronger than that.” Would be commented on the liquid - after all, not one to buy cheap or weak. Immediately getting attention of the bartender to order another.

┋ 蒼炎⋙—.The misaligned shades of the villain’s mouth were affixed into something of a grimace; not pained, exactly, but certainly carved into a look of patent displeasure. A lean hand raised to the surface of the door ahead of him. But it wasn’t his palm, brimming over with destructive flames, that met the divisive structure. Rather, the backs of his knuckles rapped in beckoning sharpness, upon the door. Three knocks. Because he had three seconds of patience for this errand-boy shit.

   Held fast within his opposing hand was a bag of groceries – just the basics, owed to the apartment’s occupant. Dabi recalled the bright, pleading eyes of the one who’d asked him to deliver the bag in her place. He bit the end of a scoff; since when did he bother doing favors?

    If no one answered, it was out of his hands and he resolved to drop the bag right on the ground in front of the door. He’d been asked to take the groceries to the address – nothing in the way of assurances had been made for his ensuring that they found the right hands.

  ❝Open up, already, or I’m gonna drop this and go.❞

      What had been the name, again…? Mimana? Minane? He hadn’t paid attention back then, because… he hadn’t cared. Now it was inconvenient not to know. Oh – wait, she’d called them that, too. He leaned in towards the door a bit more, so his voice would carry through it,

       ❝Snowy. Come get your shit.❞

         Nicknames were useful like that.

           It was supposed to be what small amount of time without a guest within the walls of what was home - and there’d been no warning of someone stopping by either. With that in mind, a blanket wrapped around lithe frame while curled up on couch - attempting some semblance of a nap while anxiety laid low. Lately, it felt as if fate always held different plans. 

           When the door would sound a visitor, a quiet growl would release to self while a pillow is pulled over head in attempt of muffling of force against wood - hopes that the stranger would get the gist, however as the constant nuisance could be heard even over the layer of fabric and stuffing. “There better be a good reason.” An irritated sigh escaping finally tossing bedding off with most landing upon floor before having to step over it to get up from couch.

          “I didn’t order any shit!” Voice dripped with annoyance. Grabbing clothes thrown about the living room to dress almost nude body before answering the door, but only about an inch with chain preventing it from opening any further - one could never be too cautious, though its more likely paranoia leaving him as such. Bright blue peering out to persistent man who spent too long trying to gain attention and the bags held. “Why were you sent? What’s in your hand?”