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hxpelessnurse.

Mikan was exhausted, hair falling into her eyes as she stumbled awkwardly into the room. She was mid yawn when the younger girl - her Beloved - slipped her arms around her and squeezed like a boa constrictor squeezing the life out of its prey. Mikan gasped, face red and heartbeat pounding against her ribcage. Junko very rarely let her get this close to her, and she never greeted her in such an excited manner. The nurse felt like she was going to faint from how amazing this was. 

“M-Missed me?” She repeated, face getting hotter and hotter the more she thought about it. Her Beloved had missed her while she was out doing all her little errands for her! The excitement of it all was already getting to her and she couldn’t help but let out a tiny squeak as Junko turned away and gestured for her to follow her further into the room. 

The excitement seemed to wear off quickly though, a lump forming in her throat at the mention of a boy. What boy? There was no boy. Sure, there were boys in her class, but they couldn’t compare to Junko’s beauty, her grace, her everything. Mikan was totally obsessed with the mastermind. No boy could ever replace the love she felt for Junko Enoshima.

“G-guy? I… I don’t know what y-you’re talking about… I w-was just out doing w-what you asked of me… There’s no one else, I swear!” Mikan blurted out in her defence. “I a-admit I t-took a lot longer than I sh-should have b-but…”

She trailed off, knowing that no matter what excuse she came up with, Junko would do what she wanted with her anyways.

     Of course there wasn’t, and Junko didn’t doubt the nurses’ honesty. Yet, it was strangely ENTERTAINING to watch the girl scramble for excuses, as if she had actually done something wrong. It kept her under Junko’s thumb easily enough, as well - making sure that the girl remained just as dedicated to her as she had been on the first day.

     It was undoubted that the nurse was still in love with her - everything about her screamed it, from the way she blushed at her slightest compliment to the way she followed her like a lost puppy. But Junko wanted to see just how far she could push the girl. It would be something like a game to her and a test of loyalty to the older girl. The first time she spoke, it would be a soft, reassuring purr, spoken as she turned, sitting on the top of a desk in her room, meant for studying but re-purposed into a vanity where she kept her makeup and hair supplies.

“ Of course I missed you - I was worried about you. I always am. Especially since I started seeing that guy looking at you. I don’t remember who he was, but it looked like he knew you. ”

     All lies, but lies that rolled off her tongue so effortlessly they may as well have been simple truths. As if she was merely reciting what she’d had for breakfast that morning. She had become talented in the art of deception. So talented that it was almost boring by now, but Mikan had always been more fun than others, with very few exceptions. She was willing to lie to Mikan for this reason - she was fun, even when it wouldn’t necessarily give the Mastermind anything in return other than that temporary enjoyment. It was worth it, and in her mind, this was nearly akin to CARING for the girl.

“ I was just worried I might loose you if it turned out he’d spoken to you. Please, just be careful, okay? I don’t want anyone to sway you into thinking they’re better than me. Especially some some guy couldn’t appreciate you nearly as much as I do. ”

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sharpdressedheir.

Togami didn’t expect for her to do as she was told since she had proved before that she could be a pain in the neck if she so desired, which she was managing right now. Despite the obvious annoyance Togami kept his cerulean gaze over her, serious as ever while trying not to fall for her challenge even though he felt compelled to show how what position she was right now.

The heir let a deep sigh escape his mouth as his hand reached for her soft one, slowly undoing her grasp on his tie as he spoke. “I don’t have time for you. Correction: I won’t waste any more time with the likes of you. So I suggest you to leave me be or, as I said before, I will ignore you.”

Once he broke her hold on him the male stood up from the chair, hands reaching his tie in order to adjust it once again before taking a few steps towards the nearest shelf, ready to take another book.

     For a moment, she would resist him as he pulled her fingers apart, though conceding as she realized fighting too hard could result in a broken nail - something certainly not worthwhile when she’d only had them redone the day before. She would still make him work for it, refusing to merely release him, but it would be far easier than if she put her strength into it, which she was sure he would recognize easily enough. It wouldn’t be a concession, but rather a minor allowance.

     And when he broke her hold after a long moment and stood, she would move, sitting on the table with carefully crossed legs hanging off the side. For a moment, she would watch as he scanned the spines of the books, only to once again grow bored, instead sliding off the edge of the table, landing carefully on her feet and once again approaching him with a sly smirk. She wanted entertainment, and she was going to get it one way or another from him - no matter what it entailed.

     She did love to infuriate him.

     She would approach the shelf, leaning up against it carefully as she reached out, nails running over the fabric covering his arms, barely hard enough that he would be able to feel it. As she did, she would look up, as close to meeting his gaze as she could while he studied the shelves.

“ What, is that a challenge? I’m sure I could get you to pay attention to me no matter how intent you are on NOT. ”

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@hxpelessnurse.

     Blue eyes shifted to the older girl, a slight smile forming on painted lips, nearly sinister. A flash of pearly fangs, intent on ripping the girl apart, albeit psychologically rather than physically. Yet, she wouldn’t immediately attack her - not after having already asked so much of her that day. So instead she would approach as the girl entered, pulling her into a tight hug, grasping the girl far tighter than was really necessary before releasing her a moment later.

“ There you are - you know, I M I S S E D you. ”

     Or, rather, she missed the girl’s constant loyalty. There was something oddly pleasant about having Mikan constantly there to do her bidding, no matter what it was she wanted. But the nurse had been gone for a while, and Junko was planning to have at least a little fun with her before she sent the girl out into the field again.

     She would turn, stepping back into the room and gesturing for the other to follow her, throwing a glance over her shoulder, blue eyes urging the girl forward. Sinister. Always so dark, but oddly inviting when combined with the way she spoke.

“ You’re always gone, lately. Is there someone else you’re interested in, now? That one guy in your class you’re always looking at? ”

     Likely not, considering the girl was frequently out only to do her bidding ( as far as she knew, at least ) but the taunting was only another tactic, meant to fluster the girl. Make her believe that Junko really did doubt her loyalty, whether or not it was even somewhat true.

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hOLA SO GUARD IS OVER FOR THE SEASON SO IM ACTUALLY BACK NOW BITCHES 

LIKE THIS TO PLOT WITH ME AND HIT ME UP IF OUR THREAD ISN'T ON HERE!!!

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💜 💟 ❤ BRUH. My one and Only Junko<3

💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💟 - friends with benefits❤ - romantic relationship

Oh my god y e s though. I can’t even start with how much I love these two tbh, even if it’s kind of horrible.

Also holy s h i t senpai noticed me ❤

( We should totally write something again sometime it’s been like, forever. )

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💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits

yOU THOUGHT I’D MISS THAT MIDDLE ONE DIDN’T YOU?

accurate, though, honestly. Junko is just so bored and wants something to do so she goes fuck with him in every sense of the phrase.

Or should I say EFF with him?

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Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

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sharpdressedheir.

If the angered expressions of his face weren’t obvious the first time she intruded with his book, now that she had brought his face closer to her by pulling him from the tie it was clear as crystal that the heir was not enjoying her attitude, not even a tiny bit. The cerulean gaze turned into a frown as his lips twisted slightly, keeping himself from snarling. He was about to lash verbally when her listened to her statement, lips curling at the perfect way to reply to her annoying ways.

“Interesting? Maybe your photos are interesting. Once you speak all the magic and beauty your modeling career exudes ends abruptly, as if your true worth can shine only when you are quiet and still in one frame.” His expression softened as he spoke, being amused about this situation now. If she aimed to anger him he wouldn’t let her get her way. Not that easily. “Why don’t you do that now? Close your lip glossed mouth and stay away and still from me. That is the only way I could believe you would more interesting than this book.”

     It was a good comeback - perhaps even great - but nothing near the passion she was hoping to draw out of him. He was restraining himself, and that much was obvious, so when he spoke, she knew exactly how to respond. She would meet his words with a simple, yet daring challenge. One she knew he wouldn’t be capable of easily performing, no matter how witty and intelligent he was. After all, she wasn’t some little schoolgirl who would shatter at the slightest nudge of harsh disapproval.

     When she spoke this time, she leaned in close enough to speak softly in his ear, everything in her tone challenging him to do something. And yet, she would keep her hold on his tie, holding him there tightly as her soft breath fell over his ear.

“ Why don’t you try to make me, then? ”

     She didn’t expect it to break him - far from it. She rather expected him to dismiss it the same way he did everything else. But she also knew him well enough to know that he was the type to take on a challenge, and whether or not he would accept hers, it was certainly something to keep in mind. What she wanted? That much would be completely separate from her expectations - she wanted him to take her up on her offer and shut her up, make her lose. She wanted him to ENTERTAIN HER - something that few had managed before.

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sharpdressedheir.

As always, her approaches were rude and dominant, as if she wanted to assert her dominance before starting a conversation. His cerulean eyes fixed on the female; frowning at her by the way she acted. He was not in the mood to let her do as she pleased.

“I have no time for you. Go away.” He didn’t take his eyes from her as he wanted to make sure she received his message clearly. He was not going to cooperate if her demeanor was like this.

     The blonde smirked, closing Togami’s book and sliding it down to the other end of the table, making sure that he would be forced to pay attention to only her for the time being. Still, her gaze would never leave his own, even as she leaned in closer, grasping his tie and pulling on it, forcing him just an inch or two closer as she assessed his expression carefully.

     She would purse her lips slightly, pouting in response to his harsh statement as she fingered the silky fabric, letting her gaze fall slightly for a moment, almost as if she really was upset. ( Not that she was - that would be absolutely RIDICULOUS. ) 

“ Oh, come on, Byakuya - don’t you know I’m so much more INTERESTING than those dusty old books. ”

     It was bound to get on his nerves, and that was exactly what she was hoping to do. Besides, judging by the way he seemed so particularly stern and unyeilding that day, it wouldn’t be at all difficult to achieve her goal.

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lmao guess who just logged onto this blog  for the first time since the anime finished airing. probably going to drop most of my threads and just restart aside from a couple that I still have muse for. I’ll make a big post about it eventually. Promise.

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        Every word made sense for the most part, but part of the mercenary was always paranoid and this was always especially true towards her younger sister. She knew Junko would NEVER betray her, but there was always the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘could someone corrupt her’ that lingered in her mind. The photoshoot did sound pretty normal, and she would be excited to receive a copy of the article. The wolf cherished everything her darling sister did and even if she didn’t approve of it, that didn’t mean she didn’t treasure the things given to her. 

       All the helpless girl received was a nod of understanding, which was not the worst thing in the world to receive from the predator. Her silence although anxiety inducing was rather normal, she had always been reserved and quiet until she felt threatened or she was upset in some way. If anything it was a good indicator that the woman wasn’t feeling tense in any way, however, that didn’t stop her from pushing to justify her feelings of peace. 

                                       She had to know FOR SURE. 

         Dull eyes watched every movement Junko made, her claws still clinging to the cell phone. Every word the younger sister spoke was obviously being judged and the soldier’s gaze narrowed a bit as if she was deciding if what the analyst had said was acceptable. The word LOVE was enough to settle the wolf’s mind and she snapped the phone shut before tossing it over to the blonde, she had passed the test and Mukuro gave a sigh of relief as a reward. 

         The tense feeling in the air had been broken as the older sister stretched and listened for a satisfying crack of her joints to reach her ears. The wolf considered her offer with true endearment, even if she hardly WANTED to take her up on her offer. A hum on her lips indicated her thoughts as she stepped closer to her sister and allowed a sharp nail to dig under Junko’s chin forcing her to meet Mukuro’s gaze. The younger sister’s eyes didn’t carry the same murderous spark as the mercenaries, and it made the woman’s lips curl into a smirk as leaned over and spoke in a hushed voice against the analyst’s ear. 

        “It’s a very sweet offer, but do you TRUST me not kill someone who touches you? I’d HATE to get the wrong idea and make a MISTAKE.” 

         There was simple sigh before the older sister pulled back and looked at the younger one with love and maybe a tad concern. It was a fair warning, she really did detest people who touched what she considered hers. Junko’s life and mind belonged to her, and she considered herself KIND for allowing the younger sister to share herself with other people. With that the predator was finished and moved on to another less than the favorable topic for the model. The whole topic was a trap and Mukuro made sure the lay a firm hand on her shoulder, a little too close to her neck for anyone to be comfortable as she spoke with a poisonous tone.

     “Now that we have that cleared up, it’s your turn to choose dinner.”

     Junko relaxed just a little bit more as her sister tossed her phone to her, which she caught well enough between her palms, putting it away in her pocket as her sister stretched. She smiled just a little more sweetly as she took a step forward, though it slipped into a slight cringe as he sister’s nail dug into her soft skin. Still, though, she followed the motion, looking back up to meet her sister’s gaze. She hardly moved as the other whispered in her ear, the closeness making her hope she wouldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary on her. Or, at the very least, nothing she couldn’t explain away.

     Just in case, Junko knew she had to do something, and when she felt a rough hand on her shoulder, so near her neck it made her just a little bit more tense, she made herself smile, reminding herself that her sister wouldn’t hurt her. Or, at least, she sincerely hoped she wouldn’t. She never had before, so why would she start now?

     And then the question of dinner. She knew she couldn’t eat - she’d already had a lunch larger than she should have, though she wouldn’t be able to tell her sister about this, either, considering who it had been with. But she needed something, especially after hearing her agent complaining about the fact that she was drinking anything other than water.

     So now she would need a distraction even better, and she had an idea of some sorts. After all, she knew at least one thing she could use to melt her sister’s cold exterior just enough to keep her from being completely unreasonable. First, she brought her hand up, gently coaxing her sister’s open and threading her fingers between the other’s before pressing a soft kiss to her jaw, pulling away slightly to look back into her sister’s eyes, a warm smile on her lips as she spoke sweetly.

“ Well, if you’re ever out and would like to come stop by, I’d be great to see you, even if it’s only for a couple minutes. ”

     There. Sweet and non-obligatory. She wouldn’t want to push her sister into something she didn’t want to do or she thought would be bad, because that would only guarantee everything go as wrong as it possibly could. But that still left the question of dinner to be answered, and that was one she was unsure of whether or not she could give the way her sister may want. Or, at least, not in a way that she would be able to fulfill. And yet, she did have one idea, even if it was slightly more risky than she would like.

     She leaned in, pressing her lips softly to her sister’s, squeezing her hand ever-so-slightly, just to remind her that it was there. Her blue eyes would close as she held the kiss for a long moment, only to pull away slowly, once again looking back up to her sister with a warm smile. When she spoke, she delivered her line with a sweet sort of innocence, the implications found in the words rather than her tone. After all, she had to make sure her sister didn’t think she was suggesting cannibalism.

“ And what if what I want is you? ”

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//I’m still in the process of editing my icons and haven’t had the chance to make a formal promo yet, but – could you perhaps like or reblog this post if you’re in the DR3 fandom and would RP with an independent Kyousuke Munakata? 

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Hey everyone! I feel like I need to make a quick little psa in light of some very rude messages @lupusdomare received that accused her of forcing me to ship with her Mukuro.

So, all I really want to say is that she’s not forcing me to do anything - we agreed to write what we do and we’ll both stand up for it because this is how our characters were written and we want to play them as close to canon as possible ( something that I’ve been working on even harder since the release of the third series! ) We both agree that, while neither of us support in/cestuous relationships, that we do not want to shy away from the topic when it’s such an important part of both our characters. I understand that the somewhat unrequited nature of the relationship might make it seem as if I’m not as interested, but that’s how the characters are and it is not her fault in the slightest.

I’m a big girl and I can stand up for myself, guys. Please do not go and accuse others of forcing me to ship with them without at the very least speaking with me about it first. Jayji is one of my best friends and I’ll support her and her Mukuro until the day I die, so please do not go around claiming that she is forcing me into things with absolutely no evidence.

If you have any questions about my portrayal, I’m always more than happy to answer questions, but please approach me respectfully and with a willingness to listen to the explanation I give. I’m a very opinionated person and I do love to debate ideas and thoughts, so if you wish to, I’m always more than happy to, but please be kind and respectful! The same goes for my friend - I’m sure she’d love to share with you why she thinks what she does about her character if you would be kind and polite in discussing headcanons!

Thank you so much for reading this and please remember to be respectful to everybody, even if you disagree with how they write their characters!

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Hajime Hinata and Yasuke Matsuda in my art style!! 

Feel free to tag as me/kin!!

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♙│ lupusdomare.│

       Hesitation was written on the blonde’s features despite her best efforts to hide it, the mercenary could practically SMELL fear. It reminded her of how fragile her sister was, how she reminded her of a cornered rabbit, but that wasn’t exactly right. Her sister was no DUMB rabbit, she was clever and cunning and even when cornered she would find a way to get out of it. It made her hard to trust, and in turn made Mukuro a bit tense even if she did trust Junko more than anyone else in her life. 

         Eyes flicked to the cell phone which made her visually relax more, it was more of a habit that she checked for armed people but it still put her more at ease knowing for sure her sister wasn’t carrying a weapon. The warm smile did not phase her cold expression, but her eyes did show a slight change that would tell the younger sister she was calming down. A quiet breath was drawn before she listened to what Junko said with a mindful ear, one wrong word or tone shift could cause the elder sister to grow irritated once more. However, this was not the case as Mukuro accepted the excuse with a slow blink. 

“Ah, you forgot to mention the animals. They can be rather finicky, I suppose it is understandable. I can forgive you…”

“So what kind of animals were they? Nothing THAT dangerous right?”

            The elder sister’s voice carried a more casual tone instead of a hostile one, although there was genuine concern dripping from it. There was no panic or dangerous bite to the words, which was made obvious by the older girl actually getting up and walking to their fridge. Mukuro was far from done with the conversation, but they were at a more relaxed pace that she felt she could move around and do things. Grabbing a bottle of water she paused before grabbing another and walking back over to her sister then tossing one of the bottles at her with no warning. 

“Don’t get dehydrated from overworking,” 

              It was a simple statement that could easily be translated to a command of drink this water, which Mukuro watched carefully before becoming interested in Junko’s phone that was now on the table. They normally didn’t have any secrets, and it wasn’t uncommon for Mukuro to ask about who the younger twin was speaking with. However, she seemed to be using her phone a bit more lately, the mercenary did consider the fact that she WAS a model and did enjoy her social media. It still made her curious though so she simply picked up the other’s phone and flipped it open. 

             Grey eyes moved from the screen to look at the girl in front of her, watching her every move carefully. If she made any hesitation about her older sister looking through her phone Mukuro would without a doubt do it, but if there was no change she wouldn’t even bother putting in the password. Her finger hovered over the first key to her passcode and she waited, watching silently before hitting a button making it beep then once again looking for the reaction. While she was doing this her voice dropped back to being cold as she made more casual talk. 

“So…was anyone WITH YOU at the photo shoot today?” 

     Her sister’s acceptance of the excuse made her relax just the slightest bit, her smile growing just a little more natural as she shook her head, golden hair moving along with the motion, offering a response to the rather innocent-seeming question. There were animals - that much wasn’t a lie. After all, if her sister didn’t see the results of the shoot containing said animals, she would have been ruined. No. There were animals, but it went rather well under the circumstances - leaving her just enough spare time to catch up with a friend.

     But her sister didn’t need to know about that part.

“ It was a little baby snow leopard. It was the cutest thing. The pictures are supposed to go to help support endangered species. Promise I was perfectly safe the whole time - there were a couple professional handlers just out of frame. ”

     Her words were calm, a tinge of excitement mixed in just to try to convince her sister that it was okay and that she was safe. Besides, the animal hadn’t tried to snap at her even once. She was pretty certain she was in more danger here than there, in fact.

     She barely saw the bottle coming towards her, eyes widening slightly in surprise as she managed to catch it. She nodded slightly in response, knowing well not to argue with her sister in matters as simple as this. Instead, she unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, only to look back towards her sister as she took her phone and flipped it open.

     The blonde swallowed just a little bit harder than usual, loosely putting the cap back on the bottle with the intent to have another drink before long. Her sister was right on that account - she really should drink more water. It wasn’t good for her to go so long without it, even if it had yet to kill her.

     Then again, a lot of things that likely weren’t good for her still hadn’t killed her.

     Her gaze flickered back to her sister, and then momentarily to her phone as it beeped. She had practice in this game. She would force herself to breathe, nervous even though she was almost certain that there was nothing blatantly incriminating on that phone - she had made sure of that. She told her friends not to text her unless she texted first and deleted every message once she replied to it. There was nothing. Nothing bad.

     And then that question.

     Did she know?

     She couldn’t know. How could she know? Junko only hoped her sister wouldn’t hear the frantic beating of her heart or see the way her eye twitched slightly. She shook her head, forcing herself to take another sip of the water her sister had thrown at her - buying time to consider her answer. When she did speak, she tried to keep her tone simple and sweet, giving a slight shrug along with it.

“ Nobody out-of-the-ordinary really. A director, my manager, photographers, hair and makeup- oh, the animal handlers, too, but that’s it as far as I remember. It was a smaller-scale one so we didn’t need a lot of people. You know, you could always come along to one if you wanted to. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind and I’d love to see you there. ”

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♛ { mukuro. }

         A buzz and a small ping alerted the eldest twin to her phone, upon reading the name the tense woman immediately seemed to relax a fair amount. Throwing the knife into a nearby dart board she began reading the message with a deep sigh of relief, it was still a concern that she continued to be late, though. If Mukuro was honest with herself, she hated her little sister’s ‘hobby’ it involved too much risk and she wasn’t using her ACTUAL talent to its full potential. She supposed that would change soon enough though as she took off her jacket and threw it back to where it once was. Dull eyes glanced at the time and she snorted a bit obviously still flustered, however, she supposed once again ten minutes was a REASONABLE request. A lazy blink followed as the mercenary cracked her neck to ease some tension before typing back a simply reply, a smirk found its way on her lips at the thought of causing the blonde some distress over a silly text.

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                                               Fine. 

          That was it. No hope of figuring out what was in store as soon as she reached her destination,not that Mukuro had ever honestly been very DETAILED when it came to hinting at what she was going to do. She was much more impulsive and violent, but she had never once caused the younger to bleed. It was a line she didn’t cross, and although at times she had wanted nothing more than to teach her a lesson she refrained. Junko was her world and her greatest weapon for the upcoming game she had in store. However, that was still some time away, and although it ANNOYED her to let the analyst frolic around, she thought it was necessary to let her have some freedom before she took it all away. After all, it wouldn’t be any fun if she didn’t have ANY hope to crush. 

           Time seemed to move hopelessly slower when she stared at the clock so that’s exactly what Mukuro did. She sat and watched time tick by like a child glued to a TV screen, her blue eyes moving with every twitch before her sensitive ears picked up on someone fiddling with the lock. Although her reasoning told her it was her younger sister, her instincts still made her cautious. Never moving from her spot she simply glanced over quietly and waited to see who it was, fingers jerked a bit in anticipation. However, after the moment the truth it was obvious who it was and she allowed her defenses to drop and her expression to soften if only a tad. Her voice, on the other hand, was anything except warm and inviting it was laced with venom and irritation as she spoke. 

                                     “So, what was your excuse THIS time?” 

     The text made her even more worried than she had been before. Whatever it was, she was quite certain that it wasn’t going to be good. And so she quickened her pace just a little bit, readjusting every article of clothing to make sure she looked absolutely perfect.

     The last thing she wanted was questions.

     Or, at the very least, questions that might lead to jealousy or make her sister think she was with someone else. Even if she was, she didn’t want Mukuro knowing about it. After all, she wasn’t happy being forced to speak only to her sister, even though she loved her more than any other person in the world. She would do anything for Mukuro.

     Anything except allow herself to loose the only other person she cared for.

     And so, when she reached the door, she glanced at her phone to check the time - perfect. A couple minutes early due to her rather quickened pace, something she was certain would help her case, if only slightly. After all, she didn’t want to be late a second time that night and make her sister even angrier. And yet, before she unlocked the door, she closed her eyes for a short moment, trying to calm herself down in preparation of what she was quite certain was to come. Perhaps her sister wouldn’t honestly hurt her - she never had - but the other certainly knew exactly how to cut Junko using only words.

     Finally, though, she would push the key into the lock, trying to keep her hands from shaking as she turned it, opening the door and slowly opening it, if only to give her sister time to process just who she was. She was a soldier, after all, and Junko certainly didn’t want to be on the wrong side of one of her knives.

     The words cut into Junko much like that knife would have, though, their coldness evident in the way goosebumps seemed to form on the model’s exposed skin. She took a soft, shaky breath as she closed the door behind her, approaching her sister - making sure that she could see the only thing in the blonde’s hands was her cell phone, which she would set down once she reached the table. She would meet her elder sister’s gaze, smiling warmly in and attempt to soften the other, if only slightly. When she spoke, her tone was sweet and understanding, the exact opposite of accusatory as she tried to watch her words - phrasing every word carefully.

“ My photo shoot took a little longer than I thought it would - animals are way harder to control than people, you know? I’m really  sorry, Mukuro, I didn’t mean to worry you. ”

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♙│komaeda.│

“  Bang bang , I’m back. ” A gun pressed against the side of her head;                                                                   his finger aching to press the trigger.

     She bit her lip as she felt the cool metal against her skin, blue eyes wide as she heard that familiar voice.

“ What do you want, Komaeda?  What are you doing here? I thought you said that you would never come  back to me. Was that a lie? ”