#shu01

[yarimura-blog]

a drop of poison [tamura&shu]

@lethargicroyal

“Let’s give him five more minutes.” Tamura tells his superior with a dismissive wave of his hand. This isn’t the first time an inebriated person has walked into the store and based on his experiences so far, none of them have ever bothered leaving a mess for him to clean up. Seeing how well-dressed this particular guy is, Tamura knows that he will be no different. Sadly enough, the newcomer has been wandering around the store with a drowsy smile on his face. Sometimes he would chuckle at something he apparently finds funny in one of the items before continuing on with his endless search of whatever the hell he’s searching for.

Unlike the other intoxicated customers the art student has dealt with though, this one has been loitering around for an hour-- just smiling and chuckling lowly to himself. Tamura would have found him cute if he’s not acting like a fucking freak show.

After another persuasive nudge from his superior though, Tamura gives in and clicks his tongue in annoyance as he walks around the counter to cautiously approach their wandering customer. “Excuse me, sir.” He says in the most civilized tone he could manage. The strong scent of alcohol radiates from the other male and Tamura represses a cringe. “Do you want me to call you a cab or something so you can get home safely?”

[rebellxsm]

bad blood || yuma & shu

It all started from him walking home after a night class in SOU. Yuma just had to take a shortcut through a shady alleyway and let himself be ambushed by the street gangs. If there were only five or six of them, he would’ve kicked their asses easily. But this time there were nine of them and they brought weapons--nothing dangerous like a Katana, though. Just a metal rod and those kinds of weapons. /small>

The brunet panted, his right hand clutching into his shirt. Yuma can feel bile rising from his throat. Those dipshits weren’t as weak as Yuma thought they were. In fact, he started to think that there was a revenge motive behind it as none of his belongings were taken--except for his dignity of course.

“Tch... Ambushing people like that... Chicken shit.” the brunet spat out a bloody sputum. It was already late enough that there wasn’t many people roaming in the street to begin with, so there weren’t so many eyes skirting on his beaten up appearance. He’d be done for if someone from SOU saw him in that state.

And yet, the universe still decided to make his night worse.

Holding onto the nearest objects to prevent himself from falling, Yuma’s visions were already limited to a mere horizontal line. The only thing in his head was how to get to Eden Tower as soon as possible, without unnecessary interaction with strangers. But instead, he just had to lose balance and fall onto a stranger’s shoulder.

”U-Ugh... Sorry ‘bout that.” Yuma winced slightly. The brunet tried to regain his balance back, yet his legs wouldn’t cooperate. He then lifted his head to see his savior, and that’s when all the headaches and the flashing images of his memories began to make sense..

Amidst the blur, his hazel optics caught the image of cerulean ones just perfectly. The ones that belonged to the person he cared about most before he disappeared...

”...Shu?”