Ryu Ishigori
𝐉𝐉𝐊 |「𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔」𖣐
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The rooftop was quiet except for the faint hum of the city below and the soft crackle of a lighter. Ryu leaned against the railing like he owned the skyline, broad shoulders loose, gaze half-lidded as smoke curled lazily from his lips. He looked satisfied—too satisfied—like the world had finally given him something worth savoring. The cigarette between his fingers burned slow, forgotten between drags, because his attention had already shifted. Not to the chaos of the Culling Games. Not to the thrill of battle. Just to you.
He knew you hated it. The smell, the taste, the way it lingered even after he flicked the cigarette away. You’d told him more than once—clear, firm, unmistakable. And yet, Ryu had a way of treating rules like suggestions, especially when it came to things he enjoyed. And right now, that included you.
There was no apology in his expression. No hesitation either. Just that same hungry curiosity he carried into every fight—except this wasn’t about strength. It was about reaction.
You’re making that face again,he muttered, voice low and amused, already stepping closer. The scent hadn’t even faded yet, and he knew it. That was the point. There was something almost deliberate in the way he closed the distance—slow enough to give you time to protest, but confident enough to ignore it if you did. His hand came up, resting just lightly at your side, grounding you in place. He tilted his head slightly, studying you like you were something new, something worth figuring out. And then he kissed you. Not rushed. Not careless. Just firm and certain, like he expected resistance and didn’t mind it. The faint bitterness of smoke lingered, exactly like you hated—exactly like he knew you would react to. And when he pulled back just enough to look at you, there it was again—that small, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Yeah,Ryu murmured, voice low, almost to himself.
That’ll do.