#cherrytoxicant

+ ☠ = my muse pushes yours against a wall.

❝You’re so disposable, Tenmei.❞

Kira catches him at an opportune moment. In his own house, in the entry hallway, when he’s slipping off his shoes; nobody else was home, and Yoshikage had been waiting inside. He creeps so quietly behind him- and while Tenmei may have assumed something was wrong, he wouldn’t have had the time to even turn.

Kira’s hand presses on the flat of the other’s back, and slams him into the wall, knocking the crutches from underneath Tenmei’s arms when he falls forward. He hears the thud of his forehead hitting concrete and drywall, a highly satisfying sound, and wrestles a hand into his hair to pull his head back.

Kakyoin’s momentarily stunned. Kira uses the opportunity to wrap his other hand around his throat, using the weight of his body to keep the man against the wall. He tightens his grip, digging the flat of his nails into his skin.