Send me a ship ask thing: Hiruma x Ishimaru with loyalty
The track and field guy, whatever his name, wasn't much to look at, but that was the whole point—you didn't target the thick of the herd, you picked off the stragglers already languishing at the edges, ready to turn... especially given the right incentive.
"Might as well tell us what he's planning," you said, squeezing until you drew forth another choked cry. "No sense sticking your neck out for him, when he never even notices you're there."
"That might be so," said track guy, split and swollen lip lifting into a grim smile. It was eerie how calmly he was staring back at you—no, at something just behind you, reflection in his eyes betraying a flash of blond, a hard glinting curve over your shoulder, as if the barrel of a cocked gun— "but he sure notices when I'm not."
(For this 5-sentence meme - thanks for the ask!)
