It’s like whiplash, the way old phantom aches and pains suddenly soak into his skin and curl around his bones just at the sight of the man. On instinct, his aura flares erratically - defensively - and then presses close to his skin quick enough that he's nearly dizzy from his own energy.
Ritsu takes one step back, then trips into a second, sneaker scuffing. At any other time he’d be livid at how very clearly he was RATTLED by the other’s presence, but he can only remember the very real thought that he could’ve died by this man’s hands.
Shimazaki ( the name hits him with startling clarity ) had been one of few that had never gotten tracked down to his knowledge. One of the most dangerous; but he didn’t need anyone to tell him that.
❝ What ━ what are you doing here ? ❞ He hates the way his words trip over each other, but he stands firm or maybe he’s frozen. ❝ Why have you returned? Didn’t my nii-san scare you off ? ❞
@blindhavoc ♥‘d









