#kiryujin

[wontreturn-blog1]

nice jacket.

‘     THANKS   .     i got it in the discount aisle along with some squeaky flamingo house slippers   .     the shit you find sometimes   ,   huh   ?     ’

[kujostaro]

@kiryujin asked:  i'm not a photographer, but i can picture us together.

THE SIDE-EYE, THE SLIGHT SMILE that cheesy line earns might not seem like much to an outsider, but kiryu knows better. he always has. jotaro may as well have choked on his drink with how well he can read him, and he sets it down slowly, now, head turning leisurely to face him proper. 

the english pick-up was funnier. what was it again? feline a connection?

「   how long did that one take you?   」

[wontreturn-blog1]

forceship? ^__^

take me by the handle softly   ,   volcel   .

[pathoflogic]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻    /    𝙰𝙳𝙰  𝚆𝙾𝙽𝙶    /    @kiryujin

she  always  found  it  that  in  her  work ,  she could count her blessings & her vacation days on the same hand .    a strange fact recalled only in the middle of trips overseas meant to resemble leisure ,  only when she is forced to remind herself there was NO running away .    her life ,  what few traces of it remain ,  will always catch up with her .    & on the streets of kamurocho ,  the past will find anyone trying to escape it ,  so they say .    long draw from an uncertain cigarette ,  resigned to her solitude among the bustling city streets ,  part of her wonders if there was more to entertain than a walk in the cold air of a summer night .    an answer not found in contemplation ,  rather ,  it was a group of men who would accost her from an alleyway .    only to be met with retaliation not from her ,  but from a good samaritan carrying quite some fire behind his punches .    she would calculate her approach ,  feigned fear & concern to mask the commonality of this scenario ,    ❝    -———are you okay ?    ❞    hand outstretched ,  few steps forward echoing through the concrete ,  she hesitates .

❝    thank  you ,  you really didn’t need to do this .    ❞

[kujostaro]

kabedons him.

IT’S ONLY NOW THAT THE REALIZATION STRIKES HIM: kiryu’s pretty fast. the heel of his palm slams into the wall behind him, and this close, he can see just how angular his face is. every shadow is drastic, eyes sharp enough to pierce. and then the second realization comes, if not as quick as the first: 

kiryu’s pretty handsome. 

jotaro, however, hasn’t so much as flinched. in fact, he’s just as unreadable as ever, and the hand not firmly rooted in his pocket tilts the beer can he’d just cracked. his stare is placid, and he looks him in the eyes, unfaltering, voice flat, 「   did you want one?   」  

[kujostaro]

shares a drink with him.

FINALLY, SOMEBODY THAT KNOWS HOW TO DRINK; in comfortable silence, in an affordable bar. jotaro bends his neck to light a cigarette, and the smoke spills in furling plumes from the sneering curl of his lip. when they reach for their beers, it’s in perfect tandem. not that either of them notice.

[screwattack]

bonds with her in silence.

she  bonds  with  him  too !  in complete silence, they’re in bar, sitting five feet apart each with their respective drinks & not uttering a single word to one another .  it’s an energy & power everyone in bar but them feel .