*   It becomes apparent that they weren't getting out of this anytime soon. The real assailants had duped the pair and now left them dumbfounded behind waiting to be exposed for their mischief. She digs her shoe as gingerly as she can into the stronghold bone in his shoulder and looks out the absurdly high window.   *

*   These picturesque moments seemed to slow her world to a crawl. Especially when Kiriyu offered the vulnerability of a God to be revealed before her eyes. She appreciated him even more like this, to see the mask drawn away from illustrious calico eyes that spindled her world in a haze of vibrant colors. It was always monochrome until the rare few dared to span golden fingers from the silver lined clouds and touch down upon her skin. The boarders of her ignorant life crumbled and with new eyes she had awoken to find the beauty in monsters like him. A secret which she knew could never be forced with prying curiosity, but rather the close bond they shared began to mend and merge into one molded unbreakable titanium that could never be severed. She dusts away strands of lose chestnut tresses before realizing he is nothing more than just a warm body using her as a pillow. 

She smiles sweetly and draws patterns against his scalp, tracing the different tides that swirl upon his hairline. She finds his nose and inspects by touch closing her eyes, noting all the features that made up this unique being. Kiriyu is still here. Under all this mop of hair. He is not just a shell that once trapped an ethereal being inside it. For now she savors this moment. The gentleness stirring inside, the stillness, the way the dust collects like falling snow and trickles into the sliver of sunlight bleeding through the window as the sun dips into the earth. The particles shine, and eyes gloss with affection before she too bends at the midsection and rests her brow upon the back of his crown. She sighs softly noting the natural musk and perfume raked in his hair.   *

“   Kiriyu, do you need to bend my ear about something~?   ”

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Ah, relax Kiriyu it’s almost done. Besides if I’m honest, I love playingwith your hair. There’s so manypossibilities! Like- this, or this,oh how about a man bun! Naw,here! Perfect.

*She claps her hands together with a big grin.*

*He watches the fallen star plummet from his rhythm which the deity knows he's practicing like a ritual within his mind. His focus is eclipsed by his competitive greed and the ball isn't consumed by the net, in fact it spits it from the rim and the end of the game is evident by the crestfallen faces. Taurus. Competitive, stubborn things and for the God to be show his mortality and lose his cool amuses him. Lips curl deliciously at his feat and once the crowd clears and the star is once more alone does he appear.*