#soujuu

His entire body fell stiff, as he felt both the warmth of the other male’s frame pressing up against his back, and the chill from seemingly frost nipped fingertips etching lightly against his skin. A shudder rolled through his frame, as orbs shifted towards the corner of his eyes to glance over his shoulder and down at Juun. Releasing a little rumble of sorts, he reached his own hands up to rest over top of his shirt, and press the warmth of his palms with the combination of the material of his shirt against the cold ones. “You don’t say-”

7. Don't let me be alone.

—— There’s a gentle knock on the door to Izaya’s apartment. He had finally calmed himself down before he managed to face both him and Mikado again. He’s not too fond of it, but Mikado had homework to do and he couldn’t be with him. The two had to have their space, leaving him to go to the only other person he might have trusted himself with, but didn’t trust at all.

—— He hated when his own mind and body hated the thought of being alone. In reality, he was quite alone, even with other people around him and close to him. Mikado was one of the few people out there that made him feel like he wasn’t when they were together — one reason as to why the blond kept himself close to the other, refusing to part when they could. But he was clingy and hated when people got tired and bored of him, so allowed his friend a day without him, leading him here.

1: Kicked off a building

Izaya Orihara was his name. They'd talked maybe once, but not ever a useful enough conversation for Heine to really pay him any mind or remember him as a noteworthy person. 

But now he stood holding this man kicking in the air. Izaya had said something about this being ridiculous and that Heine should calm down, but other than that he seemed relatively calm. Enough so that it got on Heine's nerves. 

So he dropped the man at the roof's edge, slamming his foot down on his back. He made sure to grind his heel into the man's flesh for good measure. It almost looked as if he was gritting his teeth, trying not to let Heine know he was very, very angry.

Izaya mumbled something, which Heine caught clearly. Fingers grasped the man by his hair and he hissed in his ear, taking the time to drawl out his words before throwing the dark haired man's head back into the roof. His foot moved to nudge at his back, pushing him closer to the edge. 

// oH NO SUPER CUTE!!

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♠: marie-claude jeanette

≈: colo mostly though some use max.

♫: biologically female, i identify as genderless

☼: the ripe old age of twenty one

╪: canadaland

☮: ten years ish on and off

♥: avengers, x-men, drrr!, ROTG, hannibal, theres a lot more i'm just dumb

♡: ironman/avengers -- ai no kusabi [its a book series and i love it ] -- currently hannibal

♦: i'm gunna say complicated as fuck because i'm a fuck up

♣: silence

§: recently monster by imagine dragons

// stop being a grump kida come get cuddles and make izaya uncomfortable