#kiryustyle

Send me “Switcheroo!” and I’ll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse’s universe

For someone who grew up in the 20th century, Touya Kiryu never seemed to have an enjoyment of the more modern ways of doing things. Raised by a dojo master and taught how to use a sword from an early age, he’s as fluid and graceful as they come, attending a private school to further his education up until highschool. He has a desire to become a hero to influence the public into embracing the more traditional ways of life, but with his quirk not being suitable for combat, he went to a different hero academy besides Yuuei to hone his skills. He’s viewed as something of a prude amongst his peers, but there’s no denying he’s truly a talented individual, combining his lessons to his abilities for a strong combination.

           ` ☂ : █ ▬ Only interested in people who were powerful, it was only natural for him to ignore the individuals that failed to meet his standards. Even though most of his abilities were no longer in his possession, it didn’t bring his spirit down or brought about concern. If most of the citizens around him were in the same situation as him, then that meant they were on the same level. It meant he could still fight to his heart’s content. While pondering about how he was going to search for future opponents, he spotted a man with a sword on his hip. It immediately captivated his bloodthirsty heart.

He had taken only a small nap to save up some strength and it was as if suddenly lady luck had found him and smiled upon him. He felt great, much better than before for some reason. It made him want to whistle a tune, but he abstained, preferring to have his approach be quiet. As Kenji made his way back to more crowded areas he found someone very, very familiar. It surprised him somewhat, as he had grievously injured him not too long ago. Then again, in this place everything was possible. He was dealing with very potent scientists who’re pulling the strings after all.

“Touya-kun?”

He couldn’t quite hide the surprise in his voice as he called out to the other. Kiryu Touya, his old fellow student, now sworn enemies. That last part didn’t really matter to Kenji right now. His surprise of seeing someone so familiar to him in a place like this got to him in a way. Well, it was that and the fact he had pretty much killed him prior to being sent here. He should discard thoughts about the latter, though.

“How interesting. I could have sworn that I had- Nevermind... “

And yet it still slipped out against his wishes, what an embarrassing error. Regardless, he continued.

“Of all the people that this humble self could have possibly encountered here it had to be you, Touya-kun. I suppose both of us were deemed valuable enough guinea pigs.”

Loki turned over the wooden sword in his hands, a look of vague displeasure spreading across his face. Sure, there was a time not recently where he would go anywhere and do anything with only his wits as weapon but...he had also been guarded at the time and, quite frankly, much younger in appearance. People had a harder time harming children.

Familiarity was not a thing he had witnessed so far in this city, a bit more advanced than the streets of Japan he was used to. No landmarks, no faces, nothing of the sort. He hadn’t ruled it out, no, not since he’d processed what he’d been told and taken into account he was here. If they could drag him from the world he was familiar with, who was to say the same place wouldn’t still be a target?

It’s something that remains as one of many main questions that flit through his head a she goes about the day, gathering the materials he needs with less than honest cash. Wires, bits, pieces, a view vials of a certain liquid and other things that could lend a hand in the days to come should the need arise, and even if it didn’t, it never hurt to be prepared. That was a constant motto, considering the kind of life he lead. Better prepared than dead.

This time, his hands are empty: funds running low and needed for other things (like the strikingly stark cupboards his apartment boasts), and this is simply a walk. Bag at his side, he almost misses him, but a familiar shade of pink draws his eye immediately. Another glance, a look at his face, and recognition clicks immediately. It seems he had been correct in assuming he shouldn’t consider himself alone, but there;s something sickeningly ironic in it being the one who can’t stand him.

A moment taken to slink away and don the usual black attire, Yuu approaches at his usual stride, carefree in the way a black-gloved hand waves in mock surprise to garner the other’s attention.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself, Iai Banchou.”

“I hope you all didn’t get yourselves into too much trouble without me.”