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Staring on the Street
Dec. 18th, 2016 11:20 pmMain Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Jojo Pantheon? I don't know what to name this universe.
Summary: Kakyoin's walking down the street when he sees a stranger.
Word Count: 300
Rating: Gen
Notes: May be crack. Written entirely for a line in the next part. Also written during finals week at about 2 in the morning after studying.
Maybe he’s being rude, but it isn’t often that Kakyoin sees such a good-looking guy, particularly on the way from carrying back groceries. So maybe he’s staring a little.
There’s no way anyone got that ripped naturally, of course, but that doesn’t mean he can’t admire a piece of art. And, well, it’s not quite on the level of muscles on muscles you see sometimes in bodybuilding competitions. The man’s practically a Greek god sculpted from the stone (and that’s a bad train of thought, as it leads to naked bodies which he needs to not be picturing in the middle of a street), with a jawline and massive towering height to match.
The outfit, particularly the double belt, is a little weird, but the hat hides the hair (like the tantalizing tease of a strip show and he’s really losing it, keep it together), and the trenchcoat (which oddly resembles a gakuran, but surely this giant can’t be any younger than Kakyoin) just accentuates the height and probably swishes in an awesome manner when he walks.
He isn’t walking right now, though. He’s standing, hands casually in his pockets (why is that indifference so attractive?), people-watching.
Kakyoin thinks.
Okay, maybe he’s waiting for someone, who knows. Not Kakyoin.
Then piercing green eyes turn in his direction, and Kakyoin freezes, mind bailing on him completely. “Are you looking at me?” he asks, voice gruff and low, pitched exactly to carry to Kakyoin’s ears.
“Sorry!” he squeaks in probably the highest voice possible, and bolts, accidentally dropping his groceries in his haste to escape the embarrassment.
“Hey, wait!” the powerful voice calls out, but that just urges him on until he reaches his apartment and locks the door. Kakyoin turns his back on the door and slides down it, legs jelly.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Jojo Pantheon? I don't know what to name this universe.
Summary: Kakyoin's walking down the street when he sees a stranger.
Word Count: 300
Rating: Gen
Notes: May be crack. Written entirely for a line in the next part. Also written during finals week at about 2 in the morning after studying.
Maybe he’s being rude, but it isn’t often that Kakyoin sees such a good-looking guy, particularly on the way from carrying back groceries. So maybe he’s staring a little.
There’s no way anyone got that ripped naturally, of course, but that doesn’t mean he can’t admire a piece of art. And, well, it’s not quite on the level of muscles on muscles you see sometimes in bodybuilding competitions. The man’s practically a Greek god sculpted from the stone (and that’s a bad train of thought, as it leads to naked bodies which he needs to not be picturing in the middle of a street), with a jawline and massive towering height to match.
The outfit, particularly the double belt, is a little weird, but the hat hides the hair (like the tantalizing tease of a strip show and he’s really losing it, keep it together), and the trenchcoat (which oddly resembles a gakuran, but surely this giant can’t be any younger than Kakyoin) just accentuates the height and probably swishes in an awesome manner when he walks.
He isn’t walking right now, though. He’s standing, hands casually in his pockets (why is that indifference so attractive?), people-watching.
Kakyoin thinks.
Okay, maybe he’s waiting for someone, who knows. Not Kakyoin.
Then piercing green eyes turn in his direction, and Kakyoin freezes, mind bailing on him completely. “Are you looking at me?” he asks, voice gruff and low, pitched exactly to carry to Kakyoin’s ears.
“Sorry!” he squeaks in probably the highest voice possible, and bolts, accidentally dropping his groceries in his haste to escape the embarrassment.
“Hey, wait!” the powerful voice calls out, but that just urges him on until he reaches his apartment and locks the door. Kakyoin turns his back on the door and slides down it, legs jelly.