#yuriiisms

[amahiroto-blog]

He knew the town was small but he did not think it would be small enough for him to run into her again, this time around, she was less in danger but more of looking defeated as he hears the end of the phone call she was having. Pulling out the chair across from her, he allows himself to sit with her as he sets his coffee down, staring at her. He was still not sure what to think of her yet, how she managed to get herself into the situation she had when they had first met when she seemed the type to know better than that. That’s the thing, isn’t it? She only seems to know what to do or what is going on. When in reality, maybe she really doesn’t know what to do with herself or others. 

He has to remind himself that this is not his life that was being talked about here, listening to her catching him up to speed about the things that has happened since they had last seen each other. The story of her fiancé coming into town and wanting to marry her to make up for all the trouble he has given to his parents, especially to his dying mother, was too convenient. The explanation that he wanted to clean up his act to prove to his father that he did not need his father meddling into his life anymore because he was a changed man was laughable. Hiroto was waiting for the moment to hear that all of it was absurd from Yuri, that even if anyone was going to give the benefit to the guy that the story may be true, you could not help but be suspicious and wary about the timing of everything. But it never came, watching her talk earnestly and highly of this mystery guy in town.

He could advice or warn but this was ultimately her own life to live and if the choices and the decisions she makes, or wishes to make, are ones that she feels strongly about, then he is not going to hold her back. And if she thought that this guy was more good than harm, well, what can he do? Who he is to say that the guy was no good when he was not much better himself? “Just like last time, be more careful.”

@yuriiisms

[hwxyng-blog]

❝ ☾ ❀ RELATIONSHIP MOODBOARD; (06/??) ❀ ☽ ❞

“ I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that's why. | @yuriiisms ”

[mnjxe-blog]

❛ @yuriiisms ❜

                    Connor had no plans to attend this party but here he was because his mother insisted that he attends this party. Which, according to him, is stupid. A lot of things are stupid for Connor. Like the whole dress code for the party. Wearing black from head to toe, like his soul and his hair. He met his mother a while ago and now he's already holding a champagne glass and staying away from everyone else in the party when his mom apparently finds him again. “Connor, darling, come with me.” Connor could never say no to his mother. She raised him all on her own. “Mother, please.” He kept his voice low, speaking in Spanish to keep people from eavesdropping. “I thought you might be bored, so I wanted to introduce you to someone.” He wasn't interested, but still, it was better to find out whether or not this party is worth his time. “Mom, we talked about this already, didn’t we?” Still he followed her. There stood a young woman, she was pretty from behind and he could only assure himself that she must be even prettier when she turns around. His mother has a good taste but that didn’t mean her taste would fit his liking.

[amahiroto-blog]

He knows he draws attention, even though he does not mean to. Whether it be the all black clothing he wears despite the summer heat or the bike he rides around town, the big insignia of him and his brothers on the tank of his bike a question on everyone’s minds but either do they have the courage or great interest to ask him about. The best way to describe him was like a dark storm approaching from a distance on a clear, sunny day. Silent and with an air of danger and trouble to him. Just the way Hiroto likes it. 

He arrives to the party late, like he always does. He is not one for social gatherings but when his boss threatens to take a cut of his pay if he was a no show, he decides to show his face for about five minutes, grab a snack or two and head home. That was the most effort he was willing to do in being sociable and they should appreciate it. He spots his boss off to the side of a room, making his way through the crowd of dancing bodies when somebody bumps into him, hands reaching out immediately and steadying them by the shoulders. It took him a moment, due to the strobe lights making it hard to see but after squinting for a bit to get a better look at their face when repeated apologies are happening despite him saying it was okay, he recognises who it was immediately. 

Where had he seen her? It was at the building of the karaoke place, wasn’t it? They had shared the same elevator together and he noticed the way she was trying to be discreet while looking at his right hand, all scraped up and bloodied on the knuckles. This is that girl, definitely, her expression of surprise only confirming it. With how stunned and flustered she had looked after his comment in the lift, she was the last person he would think to be at a place like this, lowering down his hands once she was alright. He is familiar with the guy coming up to the both of them, completely ignoring Hiroto and focusing all of his attention instead on the girl, asking if she was okay. “He a friend of yours?” The question got the guy turning to look at him, the both of them staring at each other in silence as they acknowledge each other. The other broke out into a laugh right after, saying that the girl was a new friend he made recently, trying to show her how to have fun in the best way he knew know. Hiroto does not say anything, gives a nod before he directs his gaze to the girl.

“Be more careful.” He gives one last look to the sleazy dude before he walks away. Whether she caught on the double meaning of what he said, it was up to her. 

@yuriiisms