#xx1.godsfated

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ᴍ . spine

Black-dyed hair is damp, plastered against his face as the teenager crushes his opponent’s wrist in a hand with a deft touch. He’s grinning - rush and a high like he’d never get in Tartarus. He tosses the broken mess aside, raises a single challenging eyebrow. In here, he wears his stage clothes. The bright red ribbons contrast against the black of the traditional outfit, feeling the fabric stretch over his skin and cling nicely. The air is a little thick with smoke, his stage name chanted by the enthusiastic denizens of the dark, shady club. A glimpse of blue catches his eye, and he rolls his head lazily to a side, doesn’t drop his cocky smile even though the sight of Minato is enough to make his chest lurch with shock.

                                                                                    @godsfated what do you think you’re                                                                                     doing here?!