lucybox | call me out 3.0;

Ne, Kuro-kun...how bad is it? Is mom gonna kill me, y'think?

[The answer was probably. She'd probably kill her for the stunt she'd just pulled. After class, what usually happens is that Natsumi and her body guard meet up halfway between their rooms. Because they go to separate classes, it's the best compromise they can work out, seeing as the yakuza daughter refuses to make him walk all the way to her class.

Today things were a little different. Different in that Kuro was able to make it all the way to and even in her classroom, the girl locked in a fight with a classmate of hers. Her fingers had been in his hair, and the two of them had looked worse for wear. It's the known body guard entering the room that broke them up, but a lot of damage had already been done. Her mom was probably going to be mad about both the fact that she instigated something in class, but also managed to break her wrist and earn a black eye and bloody nose, among other bruises.

She's sitting still and letting him look her over, not at all regretting what she did despite the question.]

Little lady, I'm pretty sure I'm first in the line of fire.

[ his tone's about as gruff as ever, but kuro's hand on natsumi's chin as he tilts her face up - he's too tall, even seated - is as gentle as ever. it's the sort of contradiction that's usual; the scary face and strength matched against a tendency to mother hen and a knack for sewing. ]

At least the eye and nose will fade, but the wrist will take a while to heal...tch. Well, you got in some hits of your own - but I'd appreciate it if you called me in sooner next time...or at all.

[For him, she was willing to behave and be a good patient. In most cases she'd put up a fuss, talk about how she could take care of herself just fine, but it was different when she was in his care.]

Tch, y'think I'm gonna let her chew you out for this? It's my own damn fault.

[Because, yeah, she didn't call him. She...hadn't even thought of calling him. The asshole she was fighting with took things too far and her temper flared before her brain could make one decent or smart decision.]

Sorry...he just didn't look that tough. Didn't think he'd be able to lay a finger on me.

[So what if he was a lot taller than her and probably twice her size in muscle mass. Totally a wimp. Definitely.]

[ ...there's something about the kuzuryu siblings where they both have that kind of outlook, isn't there? it's a family madness, where no one looks that tough to them. they've never really seemed to care about kuro's own appearance.

he'll commiserate with pekoyama later, he thinks. ]

Can't be helped it he took you by surprise...next time, call me, though? Even if it's just to watch you win a fight, it's hard to be of use to you if I aren't around, y'know?

[ he doesn't get the "tool" way of thinking the way pekoyama does, but kuro is used to being a weapon and doesn't particularly mind it.

he's capable of understanding and accepting that he can be other things at the same time, at least. he finishes up with her face and drops his hand. ]

[It's true. To their family, the most someone looks like is a challenge. And it's especially bad with the young siblings. Don't take it personally, Kuro. At least she thinks you're handsome? That counts for something, right?

She huffs a little, puffing her cheeks out some but wincing afterward pretty much immediately. Ow, that was a bad face to make...]

Alright, alright...but I mean, you're bein' useful now, y'know. Just because you weren't there to fight doesn't mean you aren't or anythin'.

[Once his hand is away from her face, she sits up a little straighter.]

...wanna put off goin' home for a bit?

If you want to, sure.

[ no real objections, since natsumi is the one in charge and as long as he's allowed to tag along, who cares? it's not like they have a deadline on getting back just yet. he'll speak up if curfew gets close, but otherwise... ]

Where were you thinking you wanted to go?

I dunno...

[Even though she's sitting up straight again, she still sounds completely dejected. She needs something sweet, but has no energy to think about how to get that without just. Hitting the grocery store or something. She reaches up and takes his hand with her good one, tugging him closer so she can just rest her head against his side.]

Just bury me. That's a good use of our afternoon, right?

It's not a use I'd agree to...?

[ he lets her take his hand and lean into him, because he always does. ]

Why don't we go and get some snacks, instead?

[Keito slams open the dojo's sliding door, panting. He's sweating and it feels horrible, doing nothing to improve his already sour mood.]

Kiryu! [It's supposed to sound commanding. Instead it's just wheezed out. Even his imposing pointed finger has become more of a floppy arm.

This is what he gets for chasing Kiryu around the school all day. If he were a less stubborn person he may have given up, pursued this another day. Start again, refreshed, tidy, not covered in sweat and a rumpled mess from head-to-toe. Looks were important, especially with what he was about to do.

He tries that imposing point again. Still doesn't work, though this time it's because he's gripping the side of the door.

Whatever. He has to get to the point before another person comes and snags Kuro away.] Kiryu, I–I demand you take me on a date. If that... aligns with your... taste. [Oh, god. His legs feel like jelly.] ... Can I sit down?

[ keito would have done better to like, text or call kuro to try to run him to ground. of course it's impossible to catch up until just now - and even right now kuro's still in the middle of things, a few pins held absently in his mouth as he sets the fabric of the current uniform laid out in front of him just so.

he's already working on transferring them to the fabric proper so he can speak when keito says all his...everything, but give him a second here. ]

Sure. Shoes off before you come in the dojo, danna - I'm not gonna make an exception even for you, it'll teach the kids bad habits if they see...why do you look so beat...?

[ granted keito usually looks like a wreck after running even a little, but kuro, unaware of how keito has been spending his day, is mostly ??? wondering if something else happened. he doesn't actually stop his sewing as he speaks, moving on to actually doing the stitching. ]

...Anyway, as long as you're here, you can tell me what you think of this? You saw the preliminary sketches, but it isn't a bad thing to get some feedback as you go along, right?

[He's midway through taking off his shoes when. Kiryu just. Ignores him.]

That's it? That's all you have to say?

[Did he not hear him? Did he think he could hide a rejection under his overwhelming politeness?

He kicks off his last shoe maybe a bit too violently. It lands far enough away that it's a hassle to go retrieve. He puts it off to later and addresses the much more pressing concern.]

Did you hear me, Kiryu? I just confessed to you. I just confessed and you're carrying on talking about designs. If you're assuming I won't be able to handle a simple rejection you're underestimating me.

Hm? But I already replied to that part, you know. Did you mean right now? That might be a little harder...? Today's kind of busy, Hasumi.

[ apparently "sure" was all he had to say to "i demand you take me on a date". was this worth running around the entire school for. ]

Anyway, the design is for AKATSUKI, so it's important, right? It's not like I'm asking you what you think of another unit's order. If there's any changes to be made, they should be made now while it's easier, and Kanzaki's usually fine with whatever as long as he can move in it...

You already replied–?

[When? How did he miss it? Give him a few minutes to recall their conversation and–oh.

No.]

All you said was–[and then Kuro's interrupting him again, going on about a design that was undoubtedly perfect. Keito huffs in exasperation and stomps over, grabbing the designs and looking them over.]

You're giving me knee-high boots again? Not that I mind but I wonder if you're even aware it's a trend. [He hands them back to him with a dismissive flick of the wrist.]

All you said was "sure". You can't tell me that's your answer.

...Ah. Hang on.

[ let him just...set the needle in his current seam sideways so he can find it, and put that aside. if it's about doing things properly, then - ]

I think the boots suit you, though?

[ - give him a moment to comment on that before he proceeds, giving keito his full attention instead of his work for the moment. ]

Sorry. Well, it isn't like I think I'm well-spoken or anything...but it isn't a demand I mind meeting. About this kind of response, doing it properly - I'm not really sure where to begin or end?

I should have figured a man like you would struggle with words.

[Keito sighs, putting his hands on his hips.]

"I don't mind it" is different from reciprocation, Kiryu. Start with that. Do you like me?

Gimme Kiryu let's go back to that bodyguard au that was great

HEY KI its been forever and a day

IT HAS and i came for two of your boys to make up for that!!!

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hi

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THE FLOOR IS LAVA, OPHELIA

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nursery and pillow fort is the best/cutest idea in my head currently

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