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Our lovely Izaya really really likes to know that he can control someone bigger and stronger than him. Though he prefers to “bottom” in the traditional sense, he wants to be the dominant one when it comes to emotional and mental things. He is straight up HUMAN GARBAGE in this sense; loves the idea of twisting someone’s arm to get what he wants.
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His expression was deadpan at first, pure disinterest marked only by the slightest twitch of his upper lip. Slowly, ever so slowly, his lip curled and he flexed his fingers.
“Ah, Shizu-chan. I see taking my legs just isn’t enough for you, hm?”
That blank look replaced with a venomous smile. Ah, that smile-- he’d flashed it so many times. It masked deadly intent and a grudge that would quite simply never die until Izaya himself did.
It wasn’t like he was up to no good. Well, not much more than he normally was. He’d been behaving perfectly nicely lately, especially under Shizuo’s watchful eye. Well... there was that one girl he’d been harassing on the internet. But-- it was only a shadow of his former viciousness and damn it; he was bored, bored, bored! Couldn’t he have a little bit of fun?
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1. Attractive, pleasing to the eye. 2. Smelling of cigarette smoke.3. Possessing excessive strength.
“Did you see that guy?! He lifted an entire park bench -- that’s SO Shizuo!”
( some japanese names are absolute hell for min-soo to pronounce. since the whole idea behind names in korea is to make them short and sweet, he often doesnt say a lot of words that are longer than one or two syllables. so when he gets names like ‘kishitani’ or ‘heiwajima’, he sits there and fumbles with them before pronouncing just each syllable. so, ‘heiwajima’ would be pronounced ‘HEY-wah-gi-ma’. )
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From the outside perspective, their fights were almost like a dance. Like fire and water--the brute with his superhuman strength was wild and erratic, capable of widespread destruction. A flame burned deep inside of the man, while Izaya was just the opposite. The broker was constantly in motion, moving with such fluidity that each step might have been planned in advance. Remaining cool and steady in the face of danger was a necessity; even if he could read Shizuo, he had to be constantly vigilant. Even a single misstep could be fatal.
An electricity filled the air that had nothing to do with the dark clouds hanging overhead, and as Izaya flicked open the blade of his folding knife, he wondered just how far Shizuo would take things today. It wasn’t just schoolyard prodding that had caught the blond’s attention; Izaya had worked for it. As much as he wanted to see the beast broken and defeated at his feet, toying with him was such a satisfying past time that he couldn’t bring himself to end the man’s life just yet. Ruining his reputation, driving people away--each had their own merit, but the police had always been the most fun. And though the ex-bartender hadn’t found himself incarcerated (unfortunate as it was), Izaya couldn’t help but enjoy the fact that they had, at least, detained and humiliated him.
“What a terrifying expression Shizu-chan has! He almost looks as if he wants to kill me! Can’t you find it in your heart to believe I was only minding my own business~?”
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It was a terrible day for the raven-haired mangaka.
He has just finished a long, exhausting work-marathon, and completed his newest chapter more or less on coffee and adrenaline alone. Then - just as he was about to fall asleep - his editor called and practically begged him to bring the manuscript to the publishing house himself, as they were heavily understaffed and had to have this right now, right this moment, without any delay.
So Kurashi groaned, took a quick shower to stop stinking, dressed in fresh clothes and, with his beloved kitten on his shoulder, run to the publishing house.
He was just coming from there, feeling so tired he could probably pass out by this point, when he turned around the corner and bumped into something hard, falling to the ground with a quiet yelp. Surprisingly, at the same time, he felt Hikari jump from his shoulders and land gracefully on the pavement, starting to rub against the legs of the person he bumped into - a tall, blond man in a bartender outfit - purring like a thunderstorm while at it.
@bottleblondebartender wanted a kiss
( ♡ ) Min-Soo had to beckon for Shizuo to lean down, because even with him standing on his toes, he got nowhere near his face. Once he did move closer, however, he gently reached out and felt the soft fabric of his bowtie. His bright blue eyes lingered on it, before they glanced up at his pink lips instead; and he closed the gap. His fingers curled around his tie, and he closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering against the other’s cheek.
( this was appropriate-- )
