haw | ★★★★☆ week 3. saturday. mizuki.

[ he really could start teasing them back right now, with all of the ammo they've provided. but—pardon the pun despite his current lack of beverage—he sobers up a little at that last quip. he lays back in his chair, slightly away from them, as he runs his hand through his hair. ]

Hey, be honest with me—were ya ever actually scared of me?

[ he realizes it's kind of a silly question. they've just described exactly what an average person would think of him at a first glance, after all. but... ]

[ they hum, thinking back to when they first met. Is he insecure about that? Hard to believe, considering he's still sitting here with no shirt on showing off those tattoos. After a few seconds, Mizuki shakes their head. ]

No, I don't think so. If you want my honest thoughts... I remember thinking "oh, this guy looks like trouble." But that's all. By the time I had proof about what you were, [ they gesture mildly at his tattoos as they speak, ] I'd already been talking to you too much to think that was scary. Not that I'm the type who'd get spooked by something like that, anyway.

[ they tilt their head towards him, wondering what he's getting at. ]

Disappointed?

Nah. Kinda the opposite, really. [ he sighs as he leans forward, grinding the cigarette he'd been smoking further into the ashtray just to give him something to do with his hands. ] Ya know how tirin' it gets when people automatically assume yer a bad person just 'cause ya don't have two eyes? Don't get me wrong, I ain't stupid—I know exactly why they think stuff like that, an' I'll be the first in line to agree that ya can't exactly blame 'em.

[ a beat passes, then he collapses back into his seat and lets out a laugh that's more like a bark. ]

Haw... look at me, spoutin' all this shit completely sober! [ he glances over at them, his smile crooked. ] What other ideas did ya have in mind to try an' cheer me up?

Haha. I probably understand a little more than you'd expect, you know.

[ maybe not people thinking they're bad news -- but if he's just talking about people having weird assumptions about them based on appearance, well... they're accustomed to that, even if it bounces right off of them, by this point. ]

Hey, I said I was having a hard time thinking of something! Don't put me on the spot. You're supposed to say something like "your company is good enough for me, Mizucchi!" [ Mizuki leans back a little, twirling a lock of hair around their finger as they think. ] Hmmm... I can tell you I don't think you're a bad person. How about that?

C'mon, what'd I tell ya before? I ain't a visual novel MC, my dialogue choices ain't that generic.

[ he's back to genuine laughter this time. he appreciates that they don't linger on his tangent, that they just acknowledge it as being something neither of them really wants to spend too much time on.

it's relieving.

... but then they continue, and he draws himself closer to them. still in his own seat, but enough to sort of begin to encroach their space, and enough to warrant a lower, teasing tone. ]

If that's what ya can tell me... does that mean there's somethin' ya can't?

[ they don't push him away or inch back this time; they stay exactly where they are, sipping from their glass and raising an amused eyebrow at him. ]

No? I just meant it was an option for cheering you up. Do you think I'm keeping secrets from you, Majima-kun?

[ They are. Including one that they think would piss him off considerably. But that's exactly why they're secrets - they don't want to interrupt this, whatever this is, this tension. He's not just someone they could make some use of in this competition anymore; he's someone they like having around, who makes them laugh, and that they'd rather not disappoint. Someone who, for some ungodly reason, they keep thinking about. Maybe they were hoping they'd see him tonight. Hadn't they been a little happy, when they walked in the door and spotted him sitting there?

Or maybe that's just the alcohol settling in without dinner. ]

I know - I could hold your hand again. Would that make you feel better? You held on for a pretty long time before...

[ a part of majima honestly feels guilty. what the fuck is he doing, flirting so recklessly with someone he'd met only three weeks ago? not only that, but when he remembers what he's here for, as a flash of a short-haired girl passes through his mind, he should feel awful.

... but he'd already resolved, hadn't he? no matter how their situation had turned out, he could never stay in her life. he never planned to. it's too dangerous, to live beside majima goro, and she's already been through so much. mizuki, on the other hand, has a better idea of who majima is, and has played along with his boorish jokes and teasings while providing just as much return fire.

also, he's a young and healthy man, either one of them could die this week, and mizuki is hot as hell (even if they have no ass of which to speak).

he does not answer; he just reaches for their hand, if they'll let him. ]

Mizucchi. Wanna do somethin' real fuckin' stupid?

[ he keeps saying it's stupid. It's probably stupid. No, it's definitely stupid. And yet, for some reason, it irks them. They don't let just anyone get this close to them with a few sweet words. Mizuki Ioti doesn't get used. They're not a stupid morning regret. And if he's not aware of that, they're going to make sure he learns it. ]

Weren't you listening before? I don't do stupid things, Majima-kun. I think everything through.

[ they snake their gloved fingers through his without hesitation this time, setting down their near-empty glass with their other hand. ]

... Including you.

[ it's not like they're in love with him - they're not. This isn't the time or the place for love. But it's not nothing, either, and they're not going to pretend otherwise. They lean in just a little, violet hair slipping from their shoulder as they give him a dry smile. ]

What do you want?

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he almost can't believe what's happening right now, that this drop dead gorgeous person—who, by all means, should be way out of his league—is willingly showing interest in him. him! sure, they are perhaps only a single step above ships passing in the night, but as they entwine their fingers with his, he remembers something someone important to him once told him—

"yakuza dyin' early is all part of the deal. so fuck the consequences... and blaze your path on your own terms."

so... who gives a shit? this is a choice he's making. it's a choice they're making.

PEOPLE ARE DYING BUT MIZUMAJI IS REAL!!!!!!!!!! ]

Ya want me to answer that seriously or politely?

When are you ever polite?

[ they don't BUY IT, majima!! Not that they intend to give him much time to answer, anyway. They reach their free hand out and place it against his neck, pulling him towards them so they don't have to lean out of their chair quite as far to reach his dumb, one-eyed face and finally kiss him, like they should have done 20 minutes ago - like they knew they were going to the moment they walked in the door and saw him there. Part of them was trying to run from it, but in the back of their mind, they knew it, and they knew alcohol sure as hell wasn't going to stop it, either.

Damn it all.

For all their bullying, Mizuki is surprisingly soft and ginger with him; it's brief, experimental, and when they pull back, they look him in the eye, fingers curling into his hand. ]

I'm being serious.

[ while the teasing is nothing new, he isn't expecting them to kiss him, so his eye is wide as they press their lips against his. but it closes as he exhales sharply through his nose, hoping the lingering taste of tobacco doesn't offend their senses too much.

and just like that, they're gone again, and he can feel his heart beating so hard it's like he's a teenage boy falling for an upperclassman for the very first time.

fuckin nerd.

he breathes out, unsteadily, as he resists every urge to just kiss them again, deeper this time. goddamn it. ]

Ya got me all fired up, but I respect ya enough to not have fun with ya right away, especially in public. [ a beat, then he leans in close to their ear, tucking some of their hair behind. ] Unless you're into that.

[ very suave, Majima. Except when he mentions that, they suddenly lean away a little, looking almost comically surprised. ]

-- Oh, yeah! We're in public! Uwah, that was dangerous.

[ what if someone walked in and saw them kissing him?! Their cool image would be totally ruined. (They don't actually care that much, but.) They got a little too used to thinking of this place as their room, maybe. Mizuki turns to look at the door, brow furrowing a little. ]

Mm... I don't think anyone else will come in here this late at night... But the doors don't lock, either... That's kind of troublesome...

[ amazing how they can switch from sexy back into silly at the drop of a hat, but here we are ]

[ he did not come all this way to lose his boner because they're a nerd oh my god... but at their reaction, he can't help but remove his hand from their face, hold it to his own forehead, and laugh. cute... ]

Haw... just sit yer pretty ass down for a sec, will ya?

[ disentangling himself from them, he rises from his seat and hurriedly begins to move some of the tables and chairs around the parlor, stacking them so as to block the door. it doesn't look like it takes too much effort, but given that he's already pretty hot and bothered thanks to them, he manages to build up a little bit of a sweat... (glistenin tiddies)

once he's satisfied with the makeshift barricade, he hauls himself back over to them. he's a little out of breath from the hustling... ]

If someone still manages to come in, I'll knock 'em out before ya can even tell me to stop.

[ ... but he thinks it's a little charming. ]

[ Remember that time they told him to put his shirt on because it was distracting on account of his tattoos? Yeah, they were lying. It was on account of the muscles. Thanks for the food, Majima!! They look both amused and satisfied as he moves stuff around the room -- they could help out, but they just sit there, instead, eyebrow raised. ]

Hahaha. You're so eager, Majima-kun.

[ they think it's cute, though. Only once he's finished and coming back over does Mizuki decide to get up. They only reach up to around his chin, even with their shoes on, but they have a giant's confidence, as usual - they rest a hand against his chest (somewhat appreciatively) and smirk, leaning in close once more. ]

I'm flattered. You must really like me, huh?

[ men are usually a little more nervous around them, they've found, but he doesn't seem worried... only unfortunate in the sense that they can't tease him about it. ]

Please. We've had this back an' forth goin' for how long now?

[ feeling the leather of their gloves against his skin sends a chill down his spine, and he cups one hand behind their head to dip down into another kiss, resting the other at their hip. this kiss is far less chaste than the first, with him hungrily attempting to push his tongue past their lips.

whether or not they're receptive to this sudden carnality is quickly made moot, though, as he releases their side and instead reaches for their wrist. ]

Lose the gloves, will ya?

[ he won't have to try hard; they yield easily with a little laugh through their nose at his enthusiasm, even as they meet it with their own. He tastes like tobacco, but the lingering flavor of bourbon on their tongue makes it a little sweeter, and when he cuts the kiss short, only curiosity keeps them from chasing him down to finish it.

The gloves, really... They sigh dramatically, slipping their wrist away from his hand so they can tug it off with their own. ]

Impatient. [ if he thinks they're going to let him boss them around, he's got another thing coming. While they pinch the glove of their other hand between their teeth and pull it off, Mizuki closes the distance between them even more, pushing their leg between his; they tuck the discarded gloves into their back pocket (those are too nice to toss on the floor) and gently take his face into their hands, almost chidingly. ] I'm not going anywhere else tonight, you know.

[ he grins when they begin to take charge, because honestly? he was banking on that, and they have successfully delivered. as their leg slips between his own, he grinds hard against it. it would be near impossible for them not to notice his arousal peaking with their bodies this close. but it seems like he has a few more things to take care of before letting them fully take the reins... ]

After all my work here? Woulda been a lil' pissed if ya were.

[ and with that, he sweeps them off their feet and lifts them, coaxing their legs to wrap around his waist in one smooth waltz-like motion. (he really only does so to emphasize his body being able to support them all by itself, and to give them a chance to visually and physically appreciate it.) after solidly holding them aloft for a few seconds, he secures his hold on them and gently falls back into the chair they'd been sitting in before. the seat is still warm from before they left it, and he makes sure they're in a comfortable position in his lap before cupping their ass with both hands.

... for as much of a degenerate he's making himself out to be now, though, he cranes his neck up to look at their face and ask in a surprisingly soft voice with a matching expression, ]

Ya sure about this, Mizucchi?

[ he is a gentleman, deep down. ]

[ they can't help feeling a sort of smug satisfaction when he presses himself up against them like that and very clearly indicates just how eager he is. They've hardly even done anything yet. It's nice to be appreciated, isn't it? Their pulse beats a bit heavier in excitement; when he lifts them up, they laugh breathily, readily hooking their legs around him, and they're only mildly disappointed he doesn't keep them there longer. But this is fine - Mizuki makes another little sound as his hands find purchase (more like a sigh than a squeak this time), settling on top of him like a contented cat.

Their hands immediately want to wander to his chest, his back, however far those tattoos stretch; they pause when he speaks to them again in such a gentle tone again out of the blue, reminding them why they're in this position at all, and wind their arms around his neck, instead, at least for a moment. He's sweet - so sweet, for looking so scary. And they've got a soft spot for him. ]

I'm sure, [ they reply. It would be easy to tease him again, but they don't this time - his caring is genuine. ] Are you? You might not get what you're expecting.

[ they can ask him to carry them again anytime, it's not like he'll say no! good to know he has something in his repertoire that he can pull out to impress them for sure.

at their question, though, he frowns a little. how could they think he'd still be having second thoughts now?! brow furrowed, his tone turns husky again, closer to his normal thuggish register. ]

Ya think I give a shit about somethin' like that at this point?

[ he runs his hands over their bottom to emphasize his resolve, then traces a path up their body to the collar of their shirt. once again, it takes an amazing amount of self-restraint not to just tear it open like he does whenever he undresses, but he knows how much they value their outfits. but undoing their buttons gently lets him explore the body that's been just out of his grasp until this very moment.

of course, that's only if they let him. he may only have one eye, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be able to see if they react negatively in any way. ]

I want ya, Ioti Mizuki, an' that's that.

[ with that, he leans up to kiss at their neck, his mouth traveling up their jawline, his fingers continuing to learn their body. his hands are, unsurprisingly, heavily callused, as is his own skin, covered in hundreds of years old scars from his shoulders to his back to his abdomen. it's painfully clear, especially this close, that majima goro has been through a lot in his life, but he hopes it doesn't matter to them. ]

[ did they think he cared at this point? no -- nor are they even insecure about it -- but this is the one and only situation where they consider it actually relevant to anyone other than themself, so a check-in doesn't hurt. His flippant response brings a bit of that mischief back into their smile; they don't respond beyond a hum of acknowledgement, tilting their chin ever so slightly upwards to accomodate him.

Mizuki's the one to grab his wrist this time, elegant fingers guiding his hand away from the buttons to help them untie the ribbon at their collar while they can't quite see. They can feel the history written into his skin right under their fingertips. There's a lot about him they still don't know, they think. Maybe this is stupid for entirely different reasons - they don't know what kind of awful things could be in his past. They only know him the way he is now. But it feels like enough. He makes them comfortable, he makes them smile. He wants them. ]

Good, [ they murmur, because they're pretty damn sure they want him, too.

(mizuki route unlocked) ]

★★★★☆ week 3. saturday. mizuki.

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i hate you leave mizuki's butt alone

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i changed my mind anyway

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