[ geto suguru's day has just taken one hell of a nosedive. it's the kind of nosedive whose velocity makes stray satellites plummeting to earth look like they're floating downward leisurely.
here he is, minding his own fucking business, right before he gets jumped, throat-clamped and nearly strangled. worse. worse, he will know that voice anywhere. that voice belongs to the person who's given him one hell of a lifelong scar, shattering everything he had thought he once knew and had. riko, shot dead right before his eyes. fushiguro toji is the living embodiment of the moment everything had started to fall apart for him, the person who spurred geto to work harder, be stronger, the humiliation of being defeated by such a man forever branded into his psyche.
his first instinct is fury. maddening, blinding, raging fury -- but toji is better than that. geto has replayed that painful humiliation over and over in his mind in the years that followed, noted the swift, coldblooded speed of his movements. fushiguro toji's strength lies in that absolute ruthlessness, his incredible speed, and that sheer skill; to give in to his shock and anger is to lose immediately, and that's just not a good look even for a newly dead (and yet not) geto suguru.
so geto stills, unmoving, even if everything in him wants to reach back out and grind him into dust, but see -- he's still at a disadvantage here. ]
Why, if it isn't the monkey! [ because suguru can be a bitch, and because there's far too much bad blood to even pretend to be civil for awhile, especially when his breath is on his fucking neck. ] You're not my type, you know.
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here he is, minding his own fucking business, right before he gets jumped, throat-clamped and nearly strangled. worse. worse, he will know that voice anywhere. that voice belongs to the person who's given him one hell of a lifelong scar, shattering everything he had thought he once knew and had. riko, shot dead right before his eyes. fushiguro toji is the living embodiment of the moment everything had started to fall apart for him, the person who spurred geto to work harder, be stronger, the humiliation of being defeated by such a man forever branded into his psyche.
his first instinct is fury. maddening, blinding, raging fury -- but toji is better than that. geto has replayed that painful humiliation over and over in his mind in the years that followed, noted the swift, coldblooded speed of his movements. fushiguro toji's strength lies in that absolute ruthlessness, his incredible speed, and that sheer skill; to give in to his shock and anger is to lose immediately, and that's just not a good look even for a newly dead (and yet not) geto suguru.
so geto stills, unmoving, even if everything in him wants to reach back out and grind him into dust, but see -- he's still at a disadvantage here. ]
Why, if it isn't the monkey! [ because suguru can be a bitch, and because there's far too much bad blood to even pretend to be civil for awhile, especially when his breath is on his fucking neck. ] You're not my type, you know.