#oiyuri

“ i'm not worth saving. please. ” — @oiyuri for keisuke 😈

"Ain't your decision ta make, moron." Not even a blink. No thought put into that answer. There wasn't any need. Keisuke knew, sure as he knew his own heartbeat. Tora was worth more than just saving. He was worth everything. A hand pushing playfully down on the boy's head as he passed by. Fist clenching. Moving forwards like he was stepping up to a starting line.

"Ya hear that?!" Baji crowed to the gathering crowd. Some squaring up to fight and others jittering with excitement to watch. "I decide what the punishment is for hurtin' someone whoz' mine!" Finishing the final word with a punch, literal and to the first one who was in range.

The fallen man's comrades took stock of their friend with wide eyes. Peeling back one at a time in conjunction with the teeth that had fallen from his mouth. Keisuke almost looked disappointed that one KO was all it took for the losers to turn tail, though he supposed he had more important things to address. He'd just chase them down later.

"Oi" Turning back towards Tora he extended his hand to offer help up. Knuckles still bloodied from the one he'd just landed the sucker punch on.

@oiyuri

It had been a few days since the last time Shuji and Kazutora really spent any time together, and the last time they did, Kazutora had thrown himself at him in the form of a drunken kiss (that probably shouldn't have happened.)

Shuji had brushed off the kiss with a laugh and moved on with the rest of his night, but the next morning realized that he couldn't stop thinking about it. Even as he went through the motions of his day, meeting with gang members and threatening opposing sides, it stayed on his mind through all of it.

So now he had two options: keep thinking about it until it drove him crazy... or bring it up and see if the tiger felt the same as he did. Which would probably require him figuring out just how he felt about the kiss and why it was staying on his mind.

After some thinking, he tracked down the one he'd been looking for and innocently threw his arms around Kazutora's shoulders, leaning into him from behind.

"You're never gonna guess who's been thinking about you~" Shuji practically sang as he tried to get a glimpse of whatever Kazutora had been doing before he approached him, wanting to be nosy for as long as possible until their conversation switched to him and all of his complicated feelings.

One hand lifted to pull Kazutora's hair back away from his neck and Hanma licked up that tiger tattoo straight to the lobe of his ear.

"It's me ♡" he whispered to him, stepping away and letting go to allow his hair to fall back into place. "I can't stop thinking about that kiss from the other night."

headcanon questions - (i think that's where this was from?)

What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

It's taking time to reacquire the flow of customers Dagon used to get in Brink. Snatching it from dimensional fabrics and memories does tend to do that. It's like starting over essentially. A welcome change of pace however.

So when a new face walks into the bar, Dagon has two thoughts. One, he'd love to bend that boy over and ruin Brink's health rating. And two, new customer to profile.

see that's my down bitch; see that's my soldier

xoxo ani ft. @oiyuri ♡

"...You were right."

When Mikey finally speaks... they're more like the words of a ghost than of a person. Even though he's physically present, and his expression isn't even really all that different from how it usually is, there's something not quite there about his presence. It's like he's looking somewhere far away without seeing what's in front of him - gone to a place that no-one can touch, somewhere impossibly distant.

It's hard to hear anything unusual in his tone of voice, too. Even when he looks at Kazutora and speaks again, any emotion he might be feeling seems to be buried behind a sense of nothing - making it hard to discern how he really feels. But maybe some hints of it have already become present... because even without being able to pinpoint a concrete reason, somehow, it couldn't be more obvious that something is wrong.

"You were right, Kazutora. It's all my fault."

Kazutora snapped, holding onto his cigarette pinched between his fingers with his eyes averted from the older man with nails biting into the sturdy yet delicate fabric. He had known that the Sano had been trying to discreetly watch him—as if he wanted to say something every time he was aware Kazutora was near since his vision was long gone...

He didn't know if it was good or bad, a part of him had hoped that Shinichiro would just get his vengeance already and get it over with instead of this-- he knew he deserved this, he deserved this and more.

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He knew he shouldn't laugh, it was probably only going to make things worse for Kazutora (and inevitably himself), but there was something downright amusing to him to hear someone telling him to stop looking at them - wasn't like he was seeing much at this point. Half the time he rarely noticed where his head was pointed, even though he was getting better at turning his head to look somewhat in the right direction of a speaker, or a person sitting in the room. But he'd been told he wasn't one hundred percent there yet. Shinichiro managed to stifle the sound into a chuckle rather than a rambunctious full bodied laugh that he felt build in his chest, but it personally cut through some of the tension in his own stomach. Though he couldn't speak for Kazutora's point-of-view. "Didn't mean to..."

He followed up with a sigh though. Shinichiro had a feeling he knew what was going through the other's mind. It felt a little similar to his confrontation with Izana. This likely wrong assumption of his complicated feelings - projecting in some fashion more than likely. Shinichiro wouldn't know unless Kazutora said something and the way it had been going lately - Shinichiro was hoping this break to the glass wall of that silence was a sign. He sniffed, a millions things he wanted to say laying on his tongue.

"I don't like the way you said that, I'm gonna be honest with you."

— @oiyuri for Kakucho

"The King is not paying you for opinions, honest or otherwise." Matter of fact. The conversation being had was not part of the transaction. But executions could be. There were a very specific set of circumstances that were being arranged to keep that from happening already. The Tiger's continued existence was a 'gift'. One that could be revoked with the tip of the scales.

For a fifth time the second in command checked the loading of his revolver's barrel. A reassuring click before he would turn back to face Kazutora. Kakucho didn't hate him he didn't care about him one way or the other. Unless he was one of the King's he was a tool. But Kakucho wasn't heartless.