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-knocks on the door bending under a huge box of tiny heart-shaped chocolates-
Masaomi opened his door, smiling when he saw Kurashi standing outside. “Well, hello to you. What do we have here?” he chimed, his grin widening as he saw the box of chocolates.
“I happen to have something for you, too. Hold on a second...” He disappeared, then shortly returned with a small box of cookies. “We should eat these together!”
“I get so angry whenever I hear them talking about you… You don’t deserve it.”
Shizuo blinked a few times as he looked at Masaomi, tilting his head as if he wanted to ask if what he had just heard was real.
They were in a somewhat strange, half-sitting and half-laying position on the couch, tangled together so that they could both cuddle and do their own thing. Shizuo was reading a book; Masaomi was laying more or less on him, with his head comfortably set on the blond’s chest and his phone in his hand, looking through some messages or apps or whatnot.
“...is that why you’ve been annoyed whole day?” he asked finally, a soft blush blooming on his cheeks and a gentle smile stretching his lips. Carefully not to move their position too much, Shizuo put his book away on the coffee table and wrapped his arms loosely around Masaomi, pulling him up until he could comfortably kiss the blond’s forehead - an action that still, despite them going out for some time now, made him blush even more and let out something that, if it didn’t come from Shizuo Heiwajima, would be an embarrassed giggle.
“...thank you. But you know, they do have a point when talking bad things about me. Just ignore them, like I always do. I mean, unless they say something to my face, then I just end up snapping more often than not.” Shizuo sighed. “Point is, don’t worry about it. I only care what you and people who are close to me think of me, after all.”
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Shizuo wasn’t quite aware how did it happen, but for some reason, unfathomable to himself, he ended up finding someone who wasn’t afraid of him - and not just that.
Someone who wanted to love him.
It was still really fresh, really awkward. They didn’t even go any further in their relationship than one or two innocent kisses, and some hand-holding and cuddling on a couch while watching the movie. Shizuo was still terrified he’ll end up hurting Masaomi in one way or the other, and simultaneously felt guilty for taking things so slow. But Masaomi didn’t seem to mind...
He really was too good for him, wasn’t he.
So on the day of Masaomi’s birthday, Shizuo tried hard to think of a way for them to have fun together; he wanted to take Masaomi somewhere, somewhere the blond would have fun and enjoy himself all day long. In the end, Shizuo decided; bought the tickets needed and showed up in front of Masaomi’s door with a little bouquet of roses and dressed in casual, but really nice wear he got for himself especially for today.
“...happy birthday.” he said once the door were opened, handing Masaomi the bouquet with a small, shy smile and a touch of pink dusting his cheeks. “You’re, uh... free today?”
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Kurashi didn’t know what possessed him to follow Masaomi that night.
Maybe he was just fed up. After all, his boyfriend was the leader of prominent color gang, and refused to give up his life of violence for him; that alone was enough to make anyone question the relationship at some point.
Maybe it was just the case of him being worried. Kurashi hated seeing Masaomi leave the house, and hours afterwards spent wondering whether he will see his lover again, or whether he will find out in the morning news that he has been stabbed, or beaten to death in some alley.
Whatever it was, Kurashi was there; and he wished, oh, so much, that he had stayed at home.
Masaomi was alone; his whole frame bloodied, but not with his own blood; at least majority of it wasn’t the blond’s. His hands were dripping with it; and the little drops of blood were a sight Kurashi knew he will have troubles ever forgetting.
The blond’s voice startled him; cold and calculating, it felt strange and unfamiliar, as if coming from a different person. Suddenly, Kurashi realised just how much Masaomi had changed since he has first met him. These little, subtle changed which were happening right under his nose culminated into this; and before him stood not a cheerful, blond-haired boy, easy to blush and laugh; no, before him stood a stranger; a man, so cold and distant from what he has just done he felt almost inhuman.
The realisation of it made the raven take a step back.
Masaomi’s explanation fell into Kurashi’s ears, at first seeming like some vague, incomprehensible idea. Threat. Protecting others. Words that fit the boy he knew, spoken in a voice that didn’t fit him at all.
And then Masaomi turned, and Kurashi took a few more steps back, his eyes widening; and for the first time when he looked at Masaomi, there was something apart from confusion, heartbreak and worry in his eyes.
There was fear.
He listened, transfixed, to the man’s explanations; noticing more how rambled they became than what the words meant. Kurashi’s hands started to shake; he came to the realisation, by now.
His fault.
This is all his fault.
“No...” he whispered, shaking his head, taking a few more steps back. His eyes, now open wide in shock, were filled to the brim with fear, his body shaking, backing away from the bloody-handed stranger before him. “This... this is wrong... This isn’t... protecting, this isn’t freedom.” A trembling hand raised to Kurashi’s lips, covering them as he stared at the blond.
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Shizuo has been feeling majorly like crap lately.
It started with a sore throat. Which all in itself was already strange, considering Shizuo never really got sick as a principle. So after a bit of bewildered coughing, the blond simply shrugged, took a shower, downed a bottle of milk and got to work.
It was raining that day, and by the time he got home, Shizuo was cold, completely drenched and feeling light headed. He went to bed early that night, but as he forgot to turn his A/C to heating, he was freezing by the time he woke up in the morning, with runny nose, fever, cough, feeling overly weak and shivering under his thin blanket.
It took Tom one look at him to dismiss him for the day - and probably for the next week. Shizuo apologized until Tom actually left, and afterwards, he crawled back into his bed and wished he had enough sense to at least buy something to eat and drink the day before. Finally, when his stomach growling was too loud for him to sleep, the blond sighed, stood up and wrapped himself in as many layers of clothing as he could without looking weird, and went to the nearest conbini, grabbing some milk and instant ramen for himself as he was not in the mood for cooking.
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Send 📱 for a late night text from my muse.
[text] ...okay but seriously what was that with these questions about me dating
[text] you wanna tell me smth kid
[text] ?
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Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:
Attractiveness:
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
Personality:
grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible
How likely they would have sex with them:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
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It was a relatively normal day for Masaomi. His gang had been inactive after everything that happened a few months ago, and everything had quieted down, with only rumors of the events left circling around. For once, Ikebukuro was somewhat peaceful.
On that day, he happened to have lunch in a new cafe. Looking around, he saw blond hair and a familiar bartender outfit. It seemed that Shizuo was sitting alone, so he moved over to him with his food.
“Hi, Shizuo-san. Mind if I eat with you?” Once he got confirmation, he sat down across from the man and smiled. “So, how have you been lately? Must be nice for you now that Izaya is gone. Hopefully he won’t come back and we can live without that meddling bastard.”
