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@missmarksman ll continued from [ x ]

      Was it strange that he cared so much about a present for someone he’d only just met this year- Someone who didn’t even entirely know who he was yet? He knew he could change that at any time. But? He didn’t want to tell her his title just yet. Not yet. No way.

      It was good to meet someone who wasn’t scared of him. He wasn’t going to break that fragile balance.

      Not yet. He wouldn’t risk it yet. However? That didn’t mean he didn’t care- Kuzuryuu wasn’t the type to go out of his way for presents, and the fact that he’d only found out about this last minute? Well, he had to get creative. And? The fact that he was one of few who knew her talent here at this school? Well, it made it a little easier for him to think of something to bring. ( It simply required him heading home for the day- He’d only just barely made it back in time for this. )

      He didn’t bring her present. He had to leave it in his room- It wasn’t as though he could really go around carrying a w e a p o n throughout the school. And the gun he’d pulled from his family’s armory? Well, it had been custom crafted years ago, with only one matching gun. The second in the pair was currently in use. It was the gun he kept himself. He’d brought her the unused twin. A black-metal handgun, decorated elaborately with gold. It wasn’t the strongest thing- It had been made for decoration, intimidation. . . In some cases. However? He knew she could put it to better use.

      “… well. Nothing’s really the matter. But? If you’re not busy, do you mind comin’ with me? I know it’s short notice, but…” With that, the blond scratches the back of his head. Honey-hued eyes shifting to the side- He wasn’t good at surprises. He wanted to straight up tell her that he’d gotten her a present. But, for some reason? The freckled Yakuza was feeling a little playful.

Togami was still getting used to having a house he shared with his girlfriend and his sister. Ren was downstairs finishing up the last of the paperwork, Shiori was in the bedroom reading a romance novel, and he was in the shower, contemplating his life. He didn’t normally waste this much time in the shower, but for some reason he was feeling especially thoughtful as he pondered his new existence as an adult who had built a house and was living in it with people he genuinely felt comfortable around. It was nice, he decided, to be able to act exactly how he felt without having to restrain his opinions or his actions in order to seem perfect. He actually enjoyed his time at home for the first time in quite a long time. Just as he turned to rinse his hair, he spotted a large brown spider, about the size of his glasses lens, sitting on the wall only a foot from his face. 

He had been watching her for months now, this small woman with her hair tied back in a messy bun and her green eyes glinting with a resolve like steel when she looked down at the corpses of murder victims. The police officer had caught him off guard at first--this was probably what had drawn him in so quickly; hardly anyone surprised him anymore--as her delicate appearance and lilting voice were not what he had come to expect from the detectives of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police. And yet she was one of the most valued investigators on the force, as he had learned over that time, watching case after case quickly solved by the petite officer in blue. 

Perhaps he had let himself get carried away, as he was now visiting as many of her potential cases as he could to reap the souls of each victim before they passed, lingering longer and longer after each reaping to see the investigator work the scene when he ought to be caught in mind-numbingly boring meetings back at the office. What had started as a mild curiosity of wanting to see the police working in his city had become a mild fixation on this one very interesting woman. Shiori Koizumi, he had learned through his many Conglomerate connections, had been an officer since middle school, graduated high school the same year he did, and was now working full time. 

He should have known that those keen emerald eyes of hers would notice him sooner or later, but he still hadn’t expected to hear her crystal voice call out after him as he left the scene of the crime--after all, it wasn’t as if the average person could see him...

Had he? 

He turned to her with a quizzically raised eyebrow, hands still in the pockets of his black peacoat to guard against the October chill that had begun to seep into the air. A hint of amusement crept into his otherwise bland tone as he replied, “Yes, Officer? Is there something I can help you with?” 

Rubbing her eyes sleepily, Sayaka made her way to the kitchen. Breakfast wasn’t served on Sundays, but the kitchen was always open to students who wanted to find their own food. Having been raised to believe that breakfast was the most important meal of the day by both her father and her manager, the idol was determined to find some kind of fruit or protein bar to get her though the morning--even if that morning was close to becoming afternoon. She could feel hair swinging behind her and her skirt swishing around her legs, and combined the two of them completely drowned out any other thought in her sleep addled brain. Thus, when she found herself already in the kitchen, watching a dark haired girl pouring some kind of light brown batter into a pan, she was more than a little surprised. As her thoughts caught up with her feet, she realized that the girl she saw looked awfully familiar. It wasn’t one of her classmates, but she was definitely in class of 78...Oh! She must be the girl that she had seen with the Togami twins. She didn’t know her name, but if she could be around those two and still keep a gentle smile on her face, she was definitely someone that the idol wanted to know. 

No one could ever have guessed that there was anything less than human about Byakuya Togami. It was commented that he had a heart of stone, that he was cold blooded, and that he ate like a bird, but none of those things came close to the truth. In fact what ran through his veins was quite warm, but it wasn’t blood, at all. The thermo reactor in his chest, using an experimental blend of dark matter and plasma, had been running smoothly for fifteen years thanks to a series of updates given once a year on his ‘birthday.’ He had been created as a two year old, allowed to toddle around the laboratory as a test to his artificial intelligence and pseudo metabolism. The experiment went remarkably well, and thanks to his neural circuits--remarkably similar to a human’s and yet miraculously uncluttered--he was able to learn at three times the pace of a normal child. 

By the time he reached high school, he was far ahead of the others around him, having already learned all of the academic material years before in private lessons. Thanks to his perfectly crafted body he was able to fit in by appearances, but he had quickly become aware that his social skills weren’t up to par; he then shook it off as unnecessary information, deciding that his classmates were below him anyway. That was, until a specific girl had taken an interest in him and actually wanted to spend time with him, instead of deciding that he was too strange and too harsh. They had quickly grown close, and even shared their feelings for each other, but now, even a year later, he still hadn’t told her the truth. There was nothing to hold him back from living a full life, the scientists had made sure of that, and even his ability to have children was impeccable...but how would she react? Would she feel she had been tricked into loving a machine?

This is such a bad idea...does she even remember me...? I should just avoid this - ugh, no!

For a few minutes now, Sanii had been scurrying up and down in a certain hallway, fingers threading through his ponytail, and teeth digging into the inside of his cheeks. He basically dropped off the face of Earth for a good two or three months, without a word to anyone, and now he suddenly appears again. Needless to say, he was a nervous wreck. He missed his friend dearly, and he wanted to see her again, it wasn’t that, but he was afraid of confrontations; disappearing like that was really unfair of him, so naturally she’d be at least a little upset with him, right? A part of Sanii kept telling him to just turn around and leave, avoid the problem like he avoids everything else, but the other sensible part of him kept nagging him that no, he has to do this. It’s the least he could do!

So, taking a deep breath, he finally stepped up to Shiori’s door, and not even waiting for his hand to stop shaking, he gave the door three soft knocks. Now is the point of no return, so he might as well put on a smile; because at the end of the day, he was really excited to see her again.

“Koizumi Shiori, report to the main office, Koizumi Shiori to the front office.” 

It was embarrassing enough to be stuck in the headmaster’s office, and now they were calling his girlfriend to come pick him up? It was as if they wanted him to feel like an idiot. Perhaps they did, given that this wasn’t the first time he’d been to the office to complain about another student--but it was the first time the other student had done him bodily harm. He could already feel bruises forming, and his glasses had been snapped in half. He glared down at their blurry outline in his hands, wishing that he could have had his rapier with him in class to defend himself against that oaf, Oowada. How dare he lay a hand on the heir to the Togami Conglomerate? At least he had known better than to throw punches at the female twin, but that meant he had turned twice as much frustration onto the other. 

ATTRACTIVENESS:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate|| aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD HAVE SEX WITH THEM:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe ||probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER: