#|ofcrossroads|chifuyu

[protectivemuses]

@ofcrossroads asked: “I think you kiss better now than you used to…” (Chifuyu to Ryusei in Bonten verse)

Ryusei raised an eyebrow at the comment, arms staying as they were around Chifuyu's waist. In fact, he couldn't help but laugh at it after a moment. "Jeez, I would hope so. It'd be pretty bad if I sucked at it after all this time." There's a playful smirk. "Though I guess that's really just a benefit for you, me being better than I was. Who knows? Maybe one day it'll be hard for you to not to want to kiss me."

[protectivemusesmoving]

❛  do you even notice everyone checking you out?  ❜ (Chifuyu to Ryusei)

"Huh? No. Can't say I did, actually-" He commented, glancing around finally before looking at Chifuyu. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous. Oh? Is that it? Is someone jealous?~" There's a smirk as Ryusei playfully bumps his shoulder to Chifuyu's. "Don't worry. None of them are worth my time or worth me looking at them."

[starjynx]

anon sent: Smash or pass Chifuyu, Akkun?

feat. @ofcrossroads's Chifuyu

❝ Oh definitely smash. ❞ 

[deathfavor]

@ofcrossroads said: ”if you’re gonna contact Kazutora again, don’t you dare do it in my petshop.”(it’s so hard for me to write Chifuyu threatening Hanma because I cringe every time 😭)

 It’s hilarious watching Chifuyu act as if he has any sort of presence or aura about him. He hadn’t even when he was in a gang, much less now. And certainly not compared to Hanma. Hanma stares down at him and lifts an eyebrow – unimpressed but faintly entertained nonetheless if the little quirk at the corner of his lips is anything to go by. It has always been amusing to rile up the shorter man. Like a small dog that could yap but not do any damage despite how much spirit it had.

   “  Why not? “ He asks, and bites back the isn’t a pet store where you should go? comment that would inevitably earn more angry retorts. As fun as he imagines that might be…well, Kisaki hadn’t been the only good one at picking at people’s weaknesses. Hanma just didn’t normally care enough to bother with that sort of thing. He can make an exception for this because it promises to yield some sort of reward for him. “ It’s pretty common for people to do that. Visit cafes, stores, all of that jazz. “

   “  Is it because you’re jealous? “ He grins like a fox that’s feasted on the chickens in a chicken coop, amber eyes glittering with entertainment that he openly expresses. “ Or are you scared? Both? “ A breathy laugh leaves his lips as he shifts his weight backwards, one hand in his back pocket. Probably both if he had to bet money on it. Scared of who he’d chose? “ God, bet that’s it. You’ve had years and what the fuck do you even know? You don’t want me to contact him there because I actually know shit about him? ” And you can’t stomach it? Hanma’s grin grows, sharp and mocking as he peers down at Chifuyu. “ Want me to give you some tips? “ Bet I knew him better at fifteen in a matter of days than you have learned in years.

   Finally though he simply shrugs his shoulders and lets his expression fall back to its more neutral expression other than the cat-like gleam to his gaze. “ Fine. No saying hi to the tiger inside of the pet store. Got it ~ “  He singsongs back. It’s too easy of an acceptance. Hanma never lets things go so easily. “ I’ll just send him a message. How’s that? “ He’s not asking for permission ; he’s just flaunting that he already knows it. Or is at least claiming to know his number. Will that knowledge eat at Chifuyu? He’d hazard a guess to yes.

[smol-sirens-garden]

@ofcrossroads Has Asked: “Yo, Kazutora.” Chifuyu calls across the room as he peels away his layers. A cold winter this year. “You got any plans for Christmas yet?”

Kazutora was doing his best to avoid this time of year. Even know he hid out, sprawled on the couch and just playing on his phone. Hearing the other enter he didn't look up until he heard his name, glancing up with a small hum.

At the question he froze for a moment. There was some hesitation in his eyes. He eventually shrugged and set his phone to the side.

"Not yet no. Haven't celebrated really in a bit so I just stick to myself."

He raised a brow as his eyes followed him.

"Why do you ask?"

[kyukicho]

"I can get behind that deal."

“ No Hanma... ” Sorry, Kazutora. That one's on your own time.

[galaxythixf]

@ofcrossroads said: "You never talk about dating, Hakkai. Is there someone you like?" (Chifuyu)

Dating? He has to think about it for a minute because he hasn't ever really been interested in anyone. Girls just made him too nervous to speak and the thought of getting close to one had never even crossed his mind once. It didn't occur to him that it was unusual but maybe it was? Whenever he thought of dating it was usually within the context of someone else or a movie, but never in regards to himself. "Not really," he shrugs it off, unable to give him a reasonable answer. The only girl he really spoke to was his sister, and he didn't see an issue with keeping it that way.

Admiration was about all he had, and even then that was really only for men. Was there something wrong with him? "Wait, is that something you guys talk about a lot?" Taka didn't talk about it often, at least not to his knowledge and Yuzuha sparingly mentioned anything like that to him lest she risk being teased. Did he want to date people? He couldn't be sure. Suddenly, he feels a little beside himself. Should he be thinking about that?

[nissho-ku]

“bachira meguru! nice to meet'cha, chifu-chan,” bachira leans on the other, grin never leaving him. “say, what are you good at? you look like you play a sport.”

“Matsuno Chifuyu.” He hesitates. What a forward guy. “You?” / @ofcrossroads

[protectivemuses]

💬 + Chifuyu for Ryusei

Send Me 💬 + a Name and My Muse will Talk About That Person

"Want me to talk about Chifuyu, huh? Well, there's not much but yet too much to say at the same time. For starters, he's an idiot. But he's oddly motivational with it. He doesn't know how to back down from a fight, and he always encourages those around him, even if he knows he won't win. He has a good heart though, and that's important. Even when I deserved to be left behind with my past, he still went and fought Kojiro and the others because he refused to give up on someone like me. And I won't tell him to his face, but I owe him a lot."

[protectivemuses]

"When did you get this?" (Ryufuyu)

Ryusei paused with the towel in his hair while drying his hair from the shower he had just taken, glancing over at Chifuyu. He hadn't even thought about Chifuyu not having seen the scar across his back before, especially since he tried to hide it when he could. The scars he got from his work were ones he was never proud of, after all. "I'm assuming you're meaning the one that takes up a chunk of my back," He noted as he felt fingers trace over it after. "Some mission when I first started. I had gotten in one of the getaway cars, and it ended up crashing when the driver took a turn too fast and lost control. He over-corrected, and when the car flipped, the windows shattered and I ended up being ejected. Sent me sliding across the pavement and leave a nasty chunk taken out of my shoulder blade down to my lower back."

It wasn't something he liked remembering. It was stupid, and he didn't need to remember how he had almost died when it became a daily fear of his. "Doctors never stopped telling me how lucky I was, how it could've been so, so much worse." Enough of the gloom. "Anyways. I survived, and now I'm here to still be a pain in your ass," He teased. "I'm thinking about ordering some food. You want anything specific?" Reaching over to grab his shirt, he paused long enough to playfully flick Chifuyu's forehead to make sure he was focused back to reality.

Also because he didn't want to see the expression on Chifuyu's face. Whether pity, shame, or whatever else he tends to feel with Ryusei's current 'profession'.

[protectivemuses]

@ofcrossroads asked: Wordlessly, Chifuyu lays beside Ryusei and rests hid forehead between Ryusei’s shoulders. (Your choice of verse)

Ryusei had found himself having trouble falling asleep, although that was becoming more common than not now given his line of work. Turning to try to look behind him, he blinks in surprise. "You feeling okay?" It's a gentle question, unsure if Chifuyu has gone and gotten into his own head, or if he was seemingly just wanting some sort of affection from him in a rare event.

[protectivemuses]

@ofcrossroads asked: He’s tired. Staying up for hours will do that to someone. And no matter how much Ryusei tries to quell those concerns, Chifuyu still worries. So as soon as Chifuyu hears the door creak open, he’s already hiking tail across the wooden floorboards to the entryway. Almost out of breath his cheeks are flushed, and he’s panting. “Don’t send me vague texts like that!” He exclaims, throwing his arms around Ryusei to both pull him inside and pull him closer as the door shuts behind them. “Saying you don’t know when you’ll be back — I was afraid something happened.” (Bonten)

Ryusei let out an exhale as he had made it to Chifuyu's apartment door. He hardly ever went to his own place anymore, finding more comfort and solace with what he used to know than going and being welcomed by quiet and cold rooms. He's barely opened the door before he glanced up and is grabbed by the other. It took a minute for the words to process, arms gently wrapping around the other in an apologetic but also comforting way. "I didn't think you'd stay up worried. Sorry. Thought you'd assume I was just working late."

He's gently pushing Chifuyu away for a minute to playfully ruffle his hair. "Go to sleep. You look exhausted, and I know you've got work. I'm just gonna go wash up and then probably crash for a few hours on the couch."

[deathfavor]

@ofcrossroads said: “Ah… yo! Kazutora!” Chifuyu calls, smiling despite the weird awkward tension he carries. “I know this is gonna sound really sudden, but uh… you’re not still in love with Hanma, are you?”

" Chifuyu! " Kazutora gives a wave as he grabs his drink and walks over, taking a sip. It's hot but he likes these days despite the fact ; when he can stop hiding his tattoo ( as much as could be hidden ) under high-collared shirts and that familiar bell in his ear. It's nice. Maybe he'll go to the beach this evening. That'd be nice. Maybe Chifuyu would want to come. He takes another sip and lifts an eyebrow in a clear go on gesture when the other man says he has a sudden question. That is on brand for him. Not that Kazutora minds; he doesn't. It's even funny sometimes. The awkward tension with Chifuyu seems like it might be heading in that direction. How wrong he was.

The question has him choking on the drink as he swallows wrong, doubling over while he half coughs his lungs out and half gasps for air. Not particularly effective. Not that his body cares. Tears burn his eyes as he struggles to breathe, clearing his throat as he recovers before he slowly straightens and blinks at Chifuyu.

" Fuck, you really weren't kidding about sudden, huh? " He rasps, wiping his eyes and taking another sip to help soothe the irritation in his throat. Hanma. The man wasn't even here and YET he was. He seemed to be a rather sore spot for Chifuyu lately too ever since that one day. Kazutora grabs the straw in his drink and idly stabs it into the ice while he works his lip between his teeth. Still in love. " I don't- think I have ever said I loved him at any point. " Kazutora frowns, brows drawn together in thought.

Had he been in love? He'd wanted Hanma's approval, yearned and clawed to be praised and cherished and valued. He relished in being at his side, had let the older teen close to him at a speed only Baji could best. He'd liked seeing the other sides that the reaper had which other people didn't get to see. Had valued it when the reaper was there when no one else was and did things for him and spend time with him. Liked that Hanma didn't give a shit, didn't judge him - with Hanma, Kazutora could freely be everything he was scared of anyone else seeing. He could be as messy and volatile as he wanted and Hanma would never flinch, he'd just let him do his thing or praise him. And he could be nice, could soothe his pain when he wanted to sob or-

That's the problem with Hanma. He makes Kazutora want to let everything out and not give a damn about the future even if just for one night. He makes him want to shred all his hard work and throw away all his own rules. He's adrenaline and danger, a dose of excitement right into the veins. He makes Kazutora miss things he shouldn't want and guilt always comes back because this should be ENOUGH. This life that is nicer than anything he deserves with a good job and a friend. And yet...

" I mean. If it's not love, can't be still right? " Kazutora stabs the ice in his drink again with a slightly tense laugh. He's terrible, isn't he? Gold eyes lift to look at Chifuyu, and takes a sip to buy himself a few more seconds. Because now there's thoughts in his head and he doesn't know what to do about them. If Hanma called right now - " Why? " He asks, and his stomach feels like its full of ice. He cants his head, trying desperately for something casual. " If this is your REALLY awkward way to find out if I'm dating anyone or something and you were just guessing Hanma, I'm not dating anyone. I just do the occasional hook-ups, you know? " He rambles because he doesn't know what else to do and immediately regrets the words because somehow that just makes this sound worse. Specifically when Hanma seemed to be the subject of the conversation. Fuck. Maybe he's just overthinking that. " Um. " He blanks, staring at Chifuyu. " I definitely wasn't expecting that sort of question. Did...he do something to bring this up? " All Kazutora knows is Chifuyu bringing up Hanma is bad so this is probably bad. " Or was that just...a badly phrased question? "

[starjynx]

@ofcrossroads do I see idol!Chifuyu talk? Hm? 👀 I've been mulling over an idol verse for Akkun with the Mizo Middle squad, pfft.

[deathfavor]

@ofcrossroads said: ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ (Chifuyu to Kazutora)

random assortment of sentence starters

Kazutora gives a low hum in acknowledgement, sparing a brief glance towards the disinfectant and bandages sitting on the counter before looking towards Chifuyu. " Don't worry, I won't move. " He promises. " Thanks for doing this for me. Kinda hard to deal with injuries around my backside by myself. "

Does the battered, scraped wounds hurt? Sure. But tonight is the calmest that Kazutora has felt in ages. It shows in his whole posture, from the relaxed shoulders to the slow, cat-like blinking of golden eyes, to more noise than words. The itch under his skin has been soothed, no longer driving him to wanting to claw out of his own skin like a prison cell. All that's left is something calm and nearly docile. ( Not quite, because docile never quite fits the tiger, but certainly relaxed. ) He lets silence hang in the air before he begins to speak.

" I tried that Muay Thai class being advertised around lately. My therapist said it might be good for me. " Kazutora doesn't often talk much about therapy or what happens there. Sometimes he says if it was good or bad but rarely brings up specifics. Other times its obvious from his mannerism alone, especially the rough sessions. But crammed into the small bathroom with Chifuyu trying to help patch a wound from a fall, he decides to. " Honestly, he was pushing it for a while for me to do something in the martial arts or something like that. He thought it'd be good for me and a healthy outlet. I was just scared to try. " Chifuyu was right, it did sting a bit. He's had far worse though and doesn't bat an eyelash at it. " Just. Given my history and all. " He shrugs and immediately stops when he remembers the order to hold still. His voice however perks up when he continues. " But it was actually really nice! And fun too. "

His gold eyes watch Chifuyu in the mirror, trying to gauge the other's reaction to his words. Like he's searching for approval or disapproval. He's not sure how well Chifuyu will take it. " Given my background and all, I was ahead of a lot of people other than the actual combinations. So I gotta do a lot of that. But the instructors were real chill and so were the people. It felt good. Lots of safety measures in place though things can still happen obviously. " If anything he seems rather proud of it though. " I was thinking I'd stick with it, at least for a while and see how it goes. It's Tuesdays and Thursdays so I'll probably go right after we close, or a few minutes early if that's okay? " He could do a lot of the closing tasks a bit earlier so Chifuyu didn't have to do any at the end.

" And there's a competition in a little over a month that I might enter if I do stick with it. They said I'd probably do really good. You should come. " Kazutora tears his eyes away from the mirror to turn his head to look at Chifuyu in the dim lighting. " I mean, if you're not busy when it's occurring. Or if it interests you. If it doesn't or it's too close to old memories I totally get that though." He rushes out in a quick attempt to offer Chifuyu ways out of the invitation so he doesn't feel he HAS to go just because Kazutora invited him. " Don't wanna bore you on a day off, you deserve that rest " He laughs sheepishly and glances towards the sink. " I just...thought it might be nice? "

[kyukicho]

@ofcrossroads asked:

Chifuyu’s silent behind his focus. Hands forced to be steady, his vision narrows to the sole object at in mind. Sharply, he reaches for Keisuke’s tie and toys with it between his fingers. “It’s unfair how you look good with it on and with it off.” Chifuyu sounds anything but envious; woe is him how his boyfriend is always hot. Temptation taps at his mind, and Chifuyu decides to lock his index in the tie’s knot to promptly pull Keisuke closer to him. Grinning, he giggles to his own delight. “I’m taking it off now.” He announces, absently untying the garment and sliding it around one of Baji’s belt loops.

Russet eyes follow companion's every movement. Noticing details, letting nothing slip. Soak everything in and let it wash over him. Everything Chifuyu did was a tell on his thoughts, his emotions. Even things he held back, didn't do. His whole body was nothing but honest all the time.

With a little jolt he's pulled close. Rye grin betraying his amusement. Keisuke could say the same about Chifuyu. He looked good in just about anything that he choose to wear, and just as good without too.

The chiming giggle is a sweet melody in his head. Filling his chest with warmth to match the smile that accompanies it. "By all means." He purrs in response. Leaning in close, almost forebodingly shadowing his love. "That all ya gonna do?"