God dammit, if this wasn’t embarrassing and a fucking pain on top of it. Weaving his way back to the inn where he and Kira kept their room, Katou ran a hand through ‘his’ hair, keeping a wary eye trained behind him. He wasn’t exactly… nervous. Of course not. It had been easy enough to reconstruct his face to imitate Setsuna’s (that being the one he was most familiar with) but even with such a well-constructed disguise, it was sort of unsettling to walk around in the open like this - especially with two over enthused perverts on his heels. He should have known that this would lead to nothing but trouble
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Yumichika blinked. Twice. After having lived in the Rukongai for much longer than he would have preferred and then spent a way more than healthy time in the Seireitei the shinigami had certainly seen his share of odd things but this was something entirely new. There was no trace of spiritual energy in the air, at least not of the same sort as the one he was familiar with but yet it seemed like the blond teen was able to apply a type of magic far more complicated than most common kidou. However, Katou was definitely allowed to have whatever strange abilities he wanted without him prying in their origin. The blue haired soul reaper had his own fair share of secrets and a sense of fair play. He turned back to the closet again, picking out a pair of kaki-coloured pants which he, after some contemplating, threw on top of the bed.
“Are those people still after you?” the Egyptian frowned slightly, “how can they even think about themselves as beautiful while acting in such a… repulsive way
( ... )
Without further ado, Katou crossed the room and slumped down onto the bed next to the large pile of clothes that Yumichika apparently thought would barely be sufficient to satiate his taste. He smirked in amusement. Much of the formality between them had been lost the last time they had met each other for a straight drink down in the bar and, despite Kira and his boss Sakamoto, the blue-haired shinigami was the only one he would label as a friend on this island. There was something about him that always made him feel secure in his presence
( ... )
Yumichika smiled slightly at the familiar feeling of the situation. He had always been quite a social person, which had led to him being pretty good at understanding other people, but even someone with zero social skills could have seen that Yue Katou was, indeed, nervous. He didn’t know the story behind the youngster’s sudden will to look decent but it seemed to be important to him and thus, the shinigami wasn’t stupider than to guess. Of course, it wasn’t very polite to jump to conclusions but during the short time he had known the blond he thought that he had come to understand him at least a bit
( ... )
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