💔 The repeated vibration against the coffee table caused for his attention to avert from the television to his glowing phone that sang a mellow piano melody. The numbers etched across the screen was an unknown one and it wasn’t often that he picked up due to prevent annoyance to build up if it were scammers or just plain commercials. But something within made his muscle twitch, resulting in his arm extending out to grab a hold of his phone and clicking the green accept button. Why are they calling so late at night? The voice entering his ear brought nothing but surprise to him, causing him to straighten his posture on the couch as if he could hear Yuzi better by doing that. “What are yo– don’t I have you saved in my contacts?” What was revealed next sent him flying out of his seat and slipping on a jacket hastily to head over to the police station while muttering incoherent curse words under his breath.
“Was it really worth it?” Keisuke was in deep disappointment as he had to speak to the woman on the other side of the bars. He didn’t expect her to lose her cool and end up assaulting another person even if it was self defense as she would argued back. She let the other person win while she sat herself at the police station and losing to anyone was a sensitive thing to Keisuke. He knew that she had better judgement than that, but at this moment, she was a sore loser. “I paid your bond. They’ll come and let you out real soon. I just– goddamn it. You better sulk and rethink your decisions on the way back home.” The frustration that surged throughout his frame was evident in the way his body spun around to give her a view of his back only, soon ruffling his hair rather aggressively as her actions are replayed in his head. “Was it really worth injuring yourself over a bitch that couldn’t control her mouth? Really?”
❅ She wasn't one to lose her temper, didn' usually have one, never had in her whole life, growing up as the obedient daughter, following orders like the perfect soldier, no complaint nor protest, only finishing her tasks. Just that she wasn't a soldier, based on her gender, raised to become a dancer. So why had she lost her temper? She didn't know herself, couldn't properly fathom it, despise sitting in that bare cell, hugging her legs, face hidden in her knees. For maybe the first time in her life she couldn't look into his eyes, not shy normaly about facing people head-on, yet caused by her inability to understand many situations, those that were unlike the scenes at home. Being provokated like earlier, it also had been a first, not to mention she had been in a bad mood today, at least the kind of bad mood she could actually be in, reacting sensitive to the spoken words.
An answer more often than not ready to be spoken, it was no wonder she had earned a slap, her cheek feeling swollen even after hours, resulting with her landing a punch right into that girl's guts. Unfortunately, only watching soldiers being trained in close combat didn't make her one, it had been a shameful defeat, leaving her with several bruises all over her body. Keisuke had seemed like the only one to call, someone who wouldn't judge nor scold her, with no complaint to paying the bond for her. Now his words made her feel small, the kind of small like when her father scolded her, aware that she had started this fight in vain, that fact making her aching spots even more painful. "Language..." It was her sole reply, protesting against his bad language, looking up now that she did not need to face him anymore, watching him silently for some seconds, eventually getting up to step closer to the bars, leaving her corner with no noise, hands moving through the spaces between metal, trying to pull him closer by his arms. There was hesitance, about what to say, how to get him to not be angry, shown by the touch that should be determined, more than a caress than forceful act, unsure about how to break the foul mood with words or gestures.
