#kiryujin

THE SIDE-EYE, THE SLIGHT SMILE that cheesy line earns might not seem like much to an outsider, but kiryu knows better. he always has. jotaro may as well have choked on his drink with how well he can read him, and he sets it down slowly, now, head turning leisurely to face him proper. 

the english pick-up was funnier. what was it again? feline a connection?

she  always  found  it  that  in  her  work ,  she could count her blessings & her vacation days on the same hand .    a strange fact recalled only in the middle of trips overseas meant to resemble leisure ,  only when she is forced to remind herself there was NO running away .    her life ,  what few traces of it remain ,  will always catch up with her .    & on the streets of kamurocho ,  the past will find anyone trying to escape it ,  so they say .    long draw from an uncertain cigarette ,  resigned to her solitude among the bustling city streets ,  part of her wonders if there was more to entertain than a walk in the cold air of a summer night .    an answer not found in contemplation ,  rather ,  it was a group of men who would accost her from an alleyway .    only to be met with retaliation not from her ,  but from a good samaritan carrying quite some fire behind his punches .    she would calculate her approach ,  feigned fear & concern to mask the commonality of this scenario ,    ❝    -———are you okay ?    ❞    hand outstretched ,  few steps forward echoing through the concrete ,  she hesitates .

IT’S ONLY NOW THAT THE REALIZATION STRIKES HIM: kiryu’s pretty fast. the heel of his palm slams into the wall behind him, and this close, he can see just how angular his face is. every shadow is drastic, eyes sharp enough to pierce. and then the second realization comes, if not as quick as the first: 

kiryu’s pretty handsome.