starter call // accepting | @soremutt
leaning forward on the handles of his motorcycle, mitsuya watches the gentle flow of the sea, almost lost in the sounds. he isn’t completely shut off from his surroundings, though, because his attention is captured by someone else lingering nearby.
the face is familiar in a way, but he can’t quite place it.
the white bomber jacket, however, gives away his allegiance.
at first, mitsuya says nothing, then he laughs. “i’m trying to put a name to your face - have we fought before?” very likely.











