crows matchup for @ozzgin
the essence
reassuring weight of a palm, soothing against the expanse of your back, saying what the words cannot embody. rainfall, arriving quietly; prolonged rumble of thunder. questionable reputation. shivers down the spine followed by goosebumps. matching leather bracelets. pride. ruffled hair. simple yet heavy praises. leather. tension. looking at one another through the reflection in the mirror. wordless support. a nod of acknowledgement. firm reassurance. 'paint it, black' by the rolling stones. polaroids kept in wallets. grunge. profound understanding. sunglasses. someone's fingers running across your scalp after a long day. a signature perfume that you always associate with one person. quiet glances filled with admiration. hands-on experiences. black clothes. rawness. friction. mutual understanding. sound of chains. soft silver. crisp night air. unspoken yet overwhelming respect. cracking knuckles.
your match: kunou ryuushin
there is hardly anything extraordinarily charming about kunou ryuushin — a man clad in black, his eyes hidden behind sunglassess, his face calm, indifferent. however, it’s his raw presence that serves him as a signature trait, enough to leave a mark and tickle a fancy. it’s the determination that seems nearly effortless despite the years of spite behind it. those hands clawed their own way out and you might as well be able to taste that strength on your tongue.
ryuushin is not one for the overly grandiose displays; he leaves the loud, flashy theatrics to others. however, he has a flair for his own kind of dramatic and intimate alike. oh, and he can indeed pick a gift; reading between the lines and knowing a character well enough to go for something that will tickle their fancy. rest assured that whatever he ends up getting for you will suit your tastes. he sees whatever it is that your eyes trail after as you walk alongside him.
calm and mature, ryuushin possesses the ability to see the bigger picture and read between the lines, so as not to be intimidated by the superficial. his friendships and alliances leave him with skin thick enough to handle and enjoy your crass sense of humour. it's far mor entertaining than he would like to admit. it isn't surprising to find him with his cheek leant against the knuckles as he listens to you, looking at you with affection.
in fact, he adores you. you’re such a doll; you’re a dear. it’s a promise; he will guide his hand through your hair to wisp it all the more. you can’t do much about it. just keep being so damn adorable whilst passion drips from your mouth and into his ears. his eyes might just soften a little bit.
he inspires a certain sense of trust, whether it be intentional or not. so, kunou ryuushin does not spinelessly nod his head to each and every notion that falls from your lips; he speaks of whatever angle he is observing from, pondering along. the sheer broadness and progressivness of your mind leaves the two of you with vast common grounds and possibility of a quite fine level of mutual understanding.
there is a sense of honesty between the two of you; he is not the type to admire delusions. it’s the solid ground. it’s the transparency. and you don’t make it dull and boring; you make it comfortable.
although a little rough around the edges, ryuushin is nonetheless capable of a hearty commitment. he comes off as frigid, but such a broad chest has plenty of warmth. his character requires a firm fist but also a generous amount of patience; have a dose of empathy on reserve and you’ve got yourself a someone to lean against. a hand in your hair at night, whispers that you’ve done a good job. ryuushin does not believe in empty words, so his praise, compliments and sweet-nothings stem from utter sincerity.
being with kunou ryuushin means to accept, and to be accepted. it is to thread along the borders of unconventional; to speak of important things or sit in content silence if such is preferred by the whims. a conversation over a favoured beverage, funny memories from childhood or school years mentioned with a small laugh. knowing look, a light smile dancing on the lips safety. or just being in the company of another person, free from demands, obligations and expectations. a hand over your back, going down to your thighs, wordlessly claiming that each and every part of you is perfect and breathtaking without a single term of vulgarity used.
your ambitions would be greatly supported and encouraged, nearly passionately so, for ryuushin also has grand desires of his own that he has no shame in turning into reality. he has worked hard to achieve his position in the world, and knows what it is like to pour in effort and fight against the competition. think of it as a 'power couple’ dynamic, because it truly is like so — sheer strength and trust, bonded with something carnal and quietly honest. there is sincerity here, by all means, but it’s dressed unlike your average transparency.
and it’s the little things, a touch of domesticity; casual clothes smelling of laundry detergent and faded perfumes. shirts with worn-out pictures and his chin against the top of your head as thunder roars outside the window — the blinds are pulled up, revealing cloudy sky. a small sarcastic bite in his own words; a joke in the making and the threat of his lips begging to curl upwards.
it’s a slow but fluid sort of relationship; not the type in which sparks fly and hearts flutter. it’s the acknowledgement of one another’s strength and experiencing the intimacy of expressing warmth to one another. it’s developing your own language. it’s acceptance of cold, sharp edges and shadows. it’s devotion and protection of that gleeful goofiness that peeks its head out in the moments of comfort and trust. it’s knowing that your vulnerable secret is safe in the hands of the other; it will not fall out of the grip. it will not shatter.
first meeting
it was really pretty day. spring; nice, sunny weather, puffy white clouds looking like sheep, flowers blooming, the first rain-free day in toarushi in a while. you went for a little walk, no cause or destination, only strong intention to fully enjoy the atmosphere. you gracefully avoided the puddles, trying not to stain your clothes. serenity was filling every fibre in your body, small smile plastered to your pretty face. everything was just right. that was, until some guy on fancy motorcycle drove by you, splashing water and mud all over you, completely ruining both your outfit and mood. he stopped and offered to pay to clean your clothes. you refused. his next offer included giving you a lift so you can change, which you accepted. he threw his jacket on you, asking briefly for your address while starting the engine. you were pretty sure you heard him chuckle when you said you'll share it only after learning his name.
the ride was really nice, despite the whole situation, and after some conversation you've taken some liking for him, so you couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed when you finally arrived at your place. he nodded his head as goodbye with a small smile and drove his way. you stood for a moment looking at his silhouette, deep in thought. huh… what a curious man he was… that kunou ryuushin…
ack! you forgot to give his jacket back!
relationship tropes
ᯓ★ cries easily (you) x has cried twice in his life (him)
ᯓ★ soft for exactly one person (him) x is that one person (you)
ᯓ★ complete badass (him) x sweetheart who supports him (you)
plot tropes
ᯓ★ defying expectations
ᯓ★ initially distant, but mutual yearning
ᯓ★ slow burn (he loved you before you realized you loved him)
best friend!
there is a plethora of similarities, but also plenty of complementing differences that come in nicely, making your relationship with megumi special.
unbound by routines, rules and requirements of societal norms, he's the strong and silent one. nonetheless there is more than enough compassion with him to know to treasure a true friendship. you are in safe hands, so rest assured.
he likes to tower over you. there is a sense of satisfaction that crawls right up his skin as he sees you bend your neck to catch his striking gaze. a pat on the head is sure to follow. there is plenty of other things that he likes, including the uniqueness of your hobbies and self-expression presented on your shelves and in your drawers.
it's the trust; it's the bond; it's the understanding that surpasses boundaries. it takes him some time to be sincere and bare. with you, he can do that. and bet all your money and all else you so desire, but hayashida megumi would go through hell and back to assure your safety and merriment.
the "( – ⌓ – ) & (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
others
★ you definitely are someone who murata juuzou truly respects — nurturing and mature, possessing the ability to see the bigger picture, reading between the lines, not intimidated by the superficial.
his friendships and alliances leave him with skin thick enough to handle and enjoy you, capable of seeing far beyond your sense of humour. he nudges you after hearing another of your jokes, but his lips twist with small smile. next time you met he suprises you with such crass joke that it hurts. you both laugh.
he likes your way of being; the way you smile at those around you, the way you go out of your way to lend a helping hand. he relates; there is no more precious thing than friends, he can and will do a lot to protect and support those closest to him.
you are no exception. if you ever need any help, murata juuzou is more than happy to help, wether it's using his formidable presence or just beating some guy who's been pestering you. you're his little sister now.
★ your graceful presence caught bouya harumichi's attention the first time he laid his eyes on you. you passed him on the street and time seemed to stop, he was looking at you in awe, admiring pretty features and nice clothes emphasizing your beauty. but no one can blame him, it is very rare for someone as pretty as you to visit toarushi. so as soon as you disappeared behind the corner of the street he desperately rushed after you, not wanting to waste the chance given to him by fate...
only to see you kissing leader of the TFOA on the cheek. that damned fucker kunou ryuushin! who he think he is?! hanging out with cute girl! he doesn't even have eyebrows, so why him? just why? an innocent wall fell victim to a deadly kick from an angry golden monkey, leaving a dent in the bricks and causing the blond to yelp in pain.
❝fuck!❞
★ a potential for acquaintanceship with bitou tatsuya is clearly present, along with the smallest tidbit for some friendly rivalry, or a partnership in crime. it starts with a knowing glance thrown across the room, followed by the nod utterly drenched in understanding — your words braid together perfectly, fitting like puzzle pieces.
he can match your energy, and since he has thick skin, rather than be insulted by any of your jokes, he would simply mirror you in that regard.
it's the small things he enjoys, like watching you get frustrated over that one layer only to make your drawing all the better just several minutes later.
he can stand his own ground, for independence seeps from his very pores. that being said, tatsuya does not embody an image of someone that you could dislike, for he is ambitious, capable, and knowledgeable. he may not look like it, but he is a good listener; he likes to at the very least hear you speak of your own interests.
★ my poor man osamu walked into a post the first time he saw you. you were gorgeous, flawless, perfect- oh, he could imagine how amazing person you were... he couldn't wait to meet you! wait, was his nose bleeding? why was his nose bleeding? and where were you? goddamn it! he didn't even got your name!
days after ecounter he was sitting with bouya at their favourite spot, gushing about the girl he'd seen. oh, her clothes were pretty! and her smile was pretty! she was pretty! can bet she smells nice! like flowers! we could totally be a thing! and-
harumichi immediately stoped this flow of words pushing his hand onto osamu's face, he knew your description too well! so he spoke one sentence that destroyed bulldog completely.
❝give it up, she's kunou's girl❞
furukawa osamu slid off the grass and rolled into a river.