❝ I think you and I are looking for the same people. ❞
NOT SOMEONE HE WAS EXPECTING TO CROSS PATHS WITH TONIGHT. Still, given how many vigilantes liked to populate the city after hours, reports of a small group of men terrorising the general populace were bound to reach at least one of them sooner or later.
THAT JUST LEFT ONE DETAIL UNDECIPHERED, THOUGH. Why were he and the Black Canary on an identical hunt?
❝ They're not themselves. They've been possessed. My friends and I can help them. ❞
| | | ⧼ ⛥ ⧽ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄 ‚ \ @raisedcold : ?? : write a starter !! — lazy roleplayer memes !ㅤ ( ft. niko maybe )
❛ you know if you wanted to tie me up .... ❜ she mutters idly: the mercernary lifting up tied hands, waving them in the air like it was a strange version of a flag. ❛ all you had to do was ask nicely. i aren't a bitch .... ❜
Send 🫴 to place a hand beneath my muse's chin and tilt their head to look at yours. from @raisedcold / leo
she never means to do it - the way she gets lost in her own head - the way she seems to slip between invisible cracks and temporarily simply... is no longer fully there. it only usually happens for a heartbeat or two: not long enough that anyone around her might ever truly notice. his touch catches her by surprise, causing doe eyes to immediately flicker back up the distance to him.
"careful, I'm fragile." little joke comes softly, letting him guide her all the same with gentle little hum. but - as intended - attention is certainly now entirely back on him.
❛ jealous . to purposefully make my muse react possessively . / kaito to gojo?
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .
satoru watches from a distance, the faint glimmer of his infinity shimmering around him like an invisible shield. his sharp blue eyes narrow as kaito leans in toward someone else—just a little too close, just a little too familiar. the sound of laughter floats through the air, a low rumble from kaito and a lighter, melodic tone from the other person. it grates against satoru’s nerves, the way kaito tilts his head, the soft smirk tugging at his lips, the kind of look satoru thought was reserved for him.
he scoffs under his breath, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets as his posture stiffens. there’s an itch crawling beneath his skin, a sensation he can’t name but knows he hates. it’s stupid—he knows it’s stupid—but the sight of kaito laughing with someone else feels like a betrayal he didn’t see coming. not that kaito owes him anything, satoru reasons with himself, but that doesn’t stop the sharp pang in his chest.
he turns away for a moment, trying to distract himself, but his gaze snaps back almost immediately. he can’t help it. kaito has always had this way of drawing attention, of making satoru feel like he’s the only one who matters when they're together. and now? now it feels like satoru is just an afterthought. "tch," he mutters, running a hand through his stark white hair, ruffling it in frustration. his fingers tighten around his sunglasses, adjusting them on his nose as if that’ll somehow shield him from the irritating sight.
he takes a step forward, then hesitates, caught in his own conflicting emotions. what would he even say? he’s not jealous—not really. jealousy would imply he cares more than he wants to admit, and satoru isn’t about to let that show. instead, he opts for his usual bravado, satoru moves like gravity itself bends to his will, his presence impossible to ignore. the usual lazy smirk plays on his lips, but there’s something sharper beneath it, something dangerous in the way his bright blue eyes gleam as he approaches kaito. the hum of infinity barely flickers now—no need for it. this isn’t about defense; it’s about offense, about making a statement that no one else in the room can miss.
“you’ve been busy,” he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, carrying just enough edge to unsettle without crossing the line. before kaito can respond, satoru closes the remaining distance between them, leaning in far too close. their shoulders nearly touch, and his height advantage forces kaito to tilt his head slightly to maintain eye contact. satoru’s sunglasses slip down the bridge of his nose just enough to reveal the sharpness in his gaze, a reminder of the power and confidence behind that smirk. satoru doesn’t look at anyone else. he doesn’t have to. the message is clear enough to anyone watching: kaito is in his orbit, and that’s not about to change.
“funny how people just flock to you, huh, kaito?” his tone is casual, almost teasing, but the way his fingers brush kaito’s wrist—light, intentional, claiming—belies his true intent. he lingers there for just a moment longer than necessary, a fleeting connection that feels electric, as if daring kaito to pull away.
he tilts his head, letting a soft laugh escape as he leans in further, his breath warm against kaito’s ear now. “but don’t go forgetting who’s the most interesting one here.” his voice drops into something softer, quieter, meant only for kaito. it’s a challenge and a reminder, wrapped in that unmistakable arrogance that only satoru can pull off.
then, he straightens up, taking his time as he steps back just enough to give kaito a sliver of breathing room. his grin widens, playful yet predatory, before he finally shifts his gaze, lazily glancing at the others in the room as if to say, try me. but his attention flicks back to kaito almost instantly, unwilling to let the moment slip too far out of his control. “besides,” satoru adds, his voice loud enough now for everyone to hear, “who else can keep up with you like i can?” satoru doesn't even give kaito a chance to react. one moment, he’s standing close, his presence already overwhelming, and the next, he steps forward, closing the gap between them like it’s the most natural thing in the world. the room seems to freeze, all conversations halting as satoru grips kaito’s chin with just enough pressure to tilt his face upward, forcing their eyes to meet.
satoru leans in, capturing his lips in a kiss that is anything but subtle. it’s firm, deliberate, and charged with the kind of intensity only satoru can wield. his fingers slide to the back of kaito’s neck, holding him in place—not harsh, but possessive, like he’s reminding kaito exactly who he belongs to.
there’s no hesitation, no apology. satoru kisses him like he’s making a statement, one he wants everyone in the room to hear without him saying a word. his other hand finds kaito’s hip, pulling him just a fraction closer, his grip firm enough to leave an impression. his tongue pushes past kaito’s lips, bold and demanding, exploring every inch of his mouth with a fervor that leaves no room for hesitation. satoru kisses like he does everything else—completely, utterly overwhelming, with an intensity that burns like wildfire. his other hand slides into kaito’s hair, tangling in the strands as he holds him firmly in place, as if daring him to even think about pulling away.
the kiss is messy, wet, and unapologetically dominant, the sound of it obscene in the otherwise quiet room. satoru tilts his head, deepening the kiss further, his tongue curling against kaito’s in a way that’s both commanding and teasing, drawing out soft, breathless noises from him that make satoru’s grip tighten even more. kaito’s body is pressed flush against his, pinned between satoru’s overwhelming presence and the space he’s carved out for them. the heat between them is electric, a pulse that seems to echo in the air around them, suffocating and consuming all at once.
it’s not tender. it’s not soft. it’s dominance, plain and simple, a claim staked in front of everyone daring to watch. when satoru finally pulls back, it’s only because he decides to, his lips parting from kaito’s with a sharp, deliberate slowness that leaves a thin string of saliva connecting them. he doesn’t move far, his forehead resting against kaito’s, his breath warm and ragged as he grins, smug and satisfied.
“you taste better than i remembered,” satoru mutters, his voice low enough that only kaito can hear. his thumb brushes against the corner of kaito’s mouth, wiping away the lingering wetness in a move that’s both possessive and almost tender. then, as if he hadn’t just set the room on fire with his display, satoru turns his head slightly, his gaze flicking to the other person with a smirk so sharp it might as well be a blade.
“sorry,” he says, though his tone carries no apology whatsoever. “i figured he needed a reminder of who belong.”
and just like that, satoru leans back, his hands lingering for a moment longer than necessary before he finally lets go, his grin wide and unrelenting as he glances back at kaito, utterly unapologetic.
