#selfiestar

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain . ( ichika! )

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─「市香」─  there were a few scary points of being a police officer. first, you, yourself, were likely to be in a dangerous situation that caused your loved ones to worry. that came with the job, actually, and something the OFFICER was used to by now. she reminded herself every single day just why she picked up the badge, why she held the gun, what would make her pull the trigger. it was something she had to drum into her mind repeatedly, so that when the time comes for her to actually pull that trigger, she would not hesitate.

                and second, the fear of your loved ones being in danger whether because of you or not. while she was not the first responders, that didn't mean she wasn't informed when there were URGENT MATTERS that needed their attention. ichika remembered picking up a call from one of the patrolling officers saying there was an illegally armed person causing a commotion. a good citizen was trying to protect the victims, and shots were fired.

                what grabbed at her attention was the NAME of the person who got shot from the incident, and ichika felt her heart dropped as she rushed out of the station, into the pouring rain even before the other could finish their sentence.

                and HE was there, being tended to by the medical team while the assailant was taken into custody. his white shirt was tainted with a patch of CRIMSON as she approached him. he seemed both surprised and not when she showed up, yet the officer felt waves of emotions running through her mind, her fingers were still shaking as the medical staff finished patching him up, commenting how he was lucky to have the bullet only graze his side. and — when she stood there before him, he was chuckling a little as if he hadn't just been in a DANGEROUS situation.

                how one wrong move could've taken him away from her permanently.

                without a WORD, her fingers grasped his unbutton shirt, and pulled him down for a kiss on the lips. she didn't care if the rain was dousing over both of them, or how others might have seen this. her mind, her thoughts, her focus, was all on him and him alone. that flood of relief which washed over her entire frame at the soft, cooler mouth that grew increasingly warm with each passing second. the droplets pouring above then was mixed with a few drops that fell from her lime colored hues. fingers gripped against his clothes as the rain splattered against their skin. she didn't care, however.

                " don't do that again ... " her voice sounded like a plead, the curtain of tears becoming more OBVIOUS than the heavy rain that fell around them. the sounds were muted, for some reasons, even how they were both getting drenched and should've taken proper shelter after. she didn't care.

@selfiestar​

❝ the mailman delivered your package to my place. ❞

  When someone knocked at her door, Mukuro froze in her movements, not really expecting any type of visitor, and the mail carrier typically left her packages at the door, so Mukuro debated on answering the door until she finally gave in and answered it。 At least this time she was dressed appropriately to answer the door, checking through the peep-hole first before opening the door and blinking curiously at the man on the other side。

「Oh--」 Mukuro breathed out, blinking at the package, looking it over and it did have her name on it along with her address and the sender address was something she recognized, so it was something she was expecting to get。 「Thank you。。。 hopefully you didn’t go too out of your way to get this here。」

  Her condo was at the top of a rather high-rise building so unless he also lived up here or in the building as well, hand delivering it like this would be something out of the way for him to do。

         BEING  SO  HANDSOME  does have its perks   ( now that he's come  to recognise and own his good looks ) — mainly that you can get away with a lot more playfulness.   people just see a pretty face,   and all is forgiven!   ❝ i know,  right? —  ❞     he hums,   obviously enjoying this ego-stroking  just as much as the spoonful of ice cream he's taken from celine's cone.     ❝ i don't even like sweets!   i just took some to see if you'd let me ♡ ❞

        It doesn’t take very long to spot Zen in the crowd, and she finds herself letting go of a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. What, did she think he wouldn’t show? Corinne stands and waves, putting on her brightest smile. The plan for the day was pretty simple and laidback—she’d offered to show him around Paris, particularly the spots that weren’t tourist traps. It was the least she could do, given how they met and he’d been so nice about it afterwards, she couldn’t not offer to be a pseudo-tour guide of sorts.

        ❝Zen, over here!❞