#starchiko

"Hah...Old man must've been laughin' his ass off makin' me yer guard. Still, yer agency's gonna get th'best in care. Not t'toot m'own horn or anythin', but, I'm real proud of my track record with bein' a bodyguard."

Even if she doesn't really enjoy famous events...She does like to get to know her charges. Kazuma's made a pretty good reputation for the family by hiring her out as a bodyguard, because she's always ready to throw down at the drop of a hat, and she's professional enough to make sure the job comes first. Though she's gotten better at holding conversation too.

ㅤㅤ. ݁₊ ⊹ .𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ݁ ㅤ 「ㅤ@starchikoㅤ」ㅤㅤpresented a perspective: ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⤷ㅤYou need to eat. I don't care if you're not hungry.

The command evokes a blinking of butterfly lashes.ㅤPausing midway through removing the gloves fitting her hands,ㅤgaze lifting slowly towards the other beneath dim lightningㅤ—ㅤa countenance unreadable at first,ㅤthough something stirs beneath the surface once realization settles in.ㅤWorry.ㅤUnfortunate.

❛❛ㅤㅤDo you think I have a bad habit of forgettingㅤ.ᐣㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA murmur,ㅤthough the defense lacks any real sharpness behind it.ㅤThe untouched tea gone cold beside scattered paperwork already betrays the femme of rosé hair.ㅤExhaustion has long replaced appetite more nights than she cares to admit.ㅤCrystal's fingertips still in the blink of an eye against the dark fabric before she exhales,ㅤthe smallest trace of reluctant amusement touching the features of her expression once ended.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤThough I suppose we both know you would not be saying otherwise.ㅤㅤ❜❜​​​​​​ㅤㅤThere's a mixture of something strange,ㅤintimate,ㅤabout being cared for in such ordinary way.ㅤSomeone noticing the slow neglect of basic needs,ㅤrefusing to permit it all.ㅤViolence has been a better understanding than tenderness,ㅤwhich perhaps explains why concern like this always unsettles the young woman more deeply than threats ever would.

❛❛ㅤㅤFine.ㅤI'll eat something.ㅤThough you hovering nearby like an irritated guarding spirit while I do so feels unnecessarily humiliatingㅤㅤ...ㅤㅤThank you.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ

@starchiko ➥ &. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( ask meme / accepting )

Kurama's gaze lingered on the woman a moment longer than intended. There was something familiar about her face, a memory that refused to surface no matter how hard he tried. He was certain he'd seen her somewhere before. Television? A billboard? A magazine cover? The answer was frustratingly out of reach, enough to keep him awkwardly watching instead of moving on.

It was only then that he noticed the strange man and the way he invaded her personal space. Kurama had witnessed this sort of interaction far too many times not to recognize it for what it was. With a heavy sigh, he changed direction and stepped between them, leaving barely enough room for the stranger to remain where he stood.

He didn't make a single threat or say much of anything really; he didn’t need to. As his trench coat shifted, revealing the revolver holstered at his hip. His gaze never left the other man's. The silence was just long enough for the message to sink in. Kurama remained where he was until the stranger quietly decided that whatever he'd hoped to accomplish wasn't worth the trouble. Only after the man disappeared into the crowd did he look back at the woman.

That face...It still nagged at him. When she thanked him, he smiled politely. ❝ It wasn't a big deal. No need to thank me. ❞

His gaze drifted down the street, scanning the pedestrians around them before settling on her again. ❝ Will you be alright getting to where you're going on your own? This city has plenty more creeps where that one came from. ❞

--- ↪ UNPROMPTED. / @starchiko

what exactly was she trying to pull here ? attention once so honed on the paperwork presented in front of him, previously minding his own business within the cafe while sachiko was .... busying herself with whatever behind the scenes. in the midst of the busy flow of his work, he didn't expect sachiko to suddenly ask him that out of the blue; warranting a raise of his brow and a side glance from his laptop. " pardon ? " he doesn't react when she pokes at his side, mustering up barely a twitch or shift in his body. ... perhaps the kids put her up to this. he thought her heard shou briefly make some comment about ' the old man's made of stone, he's not ticklish. ' he hadn't assumed that shou was addressing that to him, but ...

atlas sighs, reaching a hand up to gently wrap around her fingers that looked like they were committed to some more impending pokes on his person. " no. i am not ticklish. i suggest you be careful, miss kojima. i know more of your weak spots than you know mine. "

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙂𝙔 𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙀𝙏 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙁𝙏𝙀𝘿. not because someone ruined the shot or because the director yelled ' cut '. no, the moment she had leaned in robin had forgotten his lines entirely. her character is supposed to be giving him what for, he's the bad guy after all. but she's so close, the smell of her perfume filling his nose. so sweet, yet summery. shining eyes are staring at him, her character breaking and the look on her face says ' are you okay ? '. then she speaks. his heart . . . it's racing. the flush of his cheeks should be enough of an answer. finally the director saves him from further embarrassment. ' cut ' is yelled and the man slides off his chair, walking by robin to pat his shoulder.

❛ let's take a break, yeah ? ❜ robin's gaze flickers from his boss to sachi, who now looks completely concerned. robin swallows, giving a soft nod. ❛ yeah . . . sorry. ❜ he feels warm. this jacket is too tight. moving past sachi and the director he moves to the sidelines, away from the lights and cameras. why did he freeze up ? tugging off the jacket he tosses it onto a nearby chair. he had been looking at his co - star and then . . . the lines left him. he couldn't think. grabbing a water off the refreshment table he pops it open taking a long drink. he's not getting enough sleep . . . that must be it. he's been on set since almost five this morning !! rubbing his eyes all robin wants to do it take a long nap and forget this happened.

atlas' irritation was already palpable for the busy day; but this was ridiculous. on his phone, he was reading a recent article published with the headline, ' kojima sachiko with stellarx ceo atlas elysian on rare public outing. professional or something more ? ' elara was the one that forwarded it to him ... followed by a teasing set of messages from his attendant with a smirk emoji and a playful remark going, ' since when were you the scandalous type, sir ? ' to which he didn't bother responding to, save with a simple thumbs down reaction to her text messages and a roll of his eyes.

he sighs, rubbing his temple. he was thankful that the paparazzi didn't linger long enough to catch the two of them in the tsukinos' cafe of all places ... they already endure enough media attention as average folks, but this ? since when was it so scandalous for two reputable people to spend time together outside of work ?

while he was ready to brush this topic aside and prepare himself for whatever media storm will blow his way, he hears the click of a certain actress' heels and the brief wave of a sweet - scented perfume. this familiar combo immediately registered sachiko's presence approaching him, and he turns to face her with a more neutral expression, hoping his brief vexation for the media wasn't too off - putting or apparent. " ... i assume you saw the article that was posted recently ? "

@starchiko / sc.

“ come on, we’ll have a talk with him if that’s the case. “ slowly, sachiko rose again. after quickly brushing off her  cashmere skirt, she reached out a hand and offered the warmest of smiles. “ don’t worry, i’m on your side.”  / AAAAAA OFC I HAD TO GIVE A CHILDHOOD MOMENT FOR KANA TOO

prompted / inbox call !

♡          — kana didn't like to talk when she was upset , though to be entirely fair she wasn't the kind of child who tended to talk very much at all. her world was so small, even in a family so big. there were only few she clung to and somehow sachiko , an outsider , had become one of them. she was older , one of ichiro's friends. it wasn't by chance nor a fluke that the younger girl had warmed to her. the brunette had been the perfect trap for someone as isolated and lonely as her. she was welcoming , maternal. it felt so easy for kana to trust her when she smiled down at her like that , like it was a promise of kindness.

none of the other yakuza daughters her age wanted to play with her. they listened to whispers about her from their parents and found her far too intimating , too unlike them. they treated her like a timebomb , unpredictable , like she might explode at any second if they dared to tread too close. only it couldn't be further from the truth. they had a higher chance at being smacked by their own kin than kana. sachiko always came to her rescue though , despite the age gap the brunette looked after her well— especially when ichiro could not.

so when offered , kana clings to sachi's hand with both of hers. softly she tugs her down a little closer to her level , like she had a secret and she did. standing on her tip toes a hand detaches to cover the side of her mouth as she whispers : “ one of his friends has a gun , so they've gone to shoot it over by the edge of the forest. ” it might have been jarring to hear the word gun come out of a six year old's mouth , like she should have any idea what that is. “ —he told me i'm too small to come. ” not even her father told her such things , though she was too young to realise it's because her father treated her like an adult.

ichiro was doing her a kindness to treat her as a child , though just not one she were capable of seeing in the moment.