𝙂𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙊𝘾𝙆 — 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉.

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OPEN SEASON

@sleuthy
25 / male / any / 10♣️

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My Self-Summary

A detective operating out of Nenneko Ginza. We take on cases that no one else will, destroying both darkness and desire. You may find our coffee shop, but do you know how to call out to my partner and I? ☆ (If you're good, I'll give you a hint!)

My Future Plans

As long as I can help people, things are fine as they are, aren't they?

My Talents

Exposing every truth.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Is this just a general favorites list? I see, I see. In that case:

I like sunbathing and citrus cocktails! I prefer flowers over chocolate. My favorite composer is Chopin. I dislike fish eggs. One of my favored hobbies is taking walks and I enjoy the sound of rain.

My Ideal Partner

Aha. You never know until you really see someone for the first time.

Height 180cm Body Type lean musculature. Smokes no. Drinks yes. Drugs that's illegal. ☆ Sign cancer. Education university. Occupation detective. Income enough. ♥ Children none. Pets a café cat. Hobbies sunbathing.

art credit: one - five.

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Clowns...? Ah, but mimes are fine too...

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Shower, but a good bathhouse is nice.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Pirates.

.05 TITS OR ASS

Having to choose? Unfair!

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Sweet.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Come and find out. ♥

PROTAGONIST
ENFJ-A

ENERGY

84%

extraverted

MIND

70%

intuitive

NATURE

81%

feeling

TACTICS

72%

judging

IDENTITY

56%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

text, un: hongyu

[rainswords]

I'm curious here. What is it about being bullied that you find so enjoyable?

1/2.

[relater]

[ Now, how did that get in there — but before he's consciously aware that he's already typing an answer: ]

Aha, it's simple! The rush of surface emotions that comes from bullying is much easier to handle than confronting your true feelings.

2/2 not here but definitely happening irl.

[relater]

[ EXCUSE YOU @ HIMSELF?? ]

text; @a

[malpwactice]

you need a license to be a detective?

[... was Lee running without a license or did he secretly have one or is this guy's place just more strict?]

i respect the hustle though~
it's a lot easier without all the paperwork

[relater]

If you want to be legitimate, yes. That's typically advised.

But it's much harder to take the kinds of cases I enjoy most if I can't skirt the rules a little, you know? ☆

@fuckoff, ✘

[pushpin]

u cant expose EVERY truth
its just not possible !

[relater]

[ AN ✘, HOW MEAN... ]

Hmm...
Have something to hide, perhaps?

text; un: 火

[chokuto]

[Very "oh, it's you" energy.]

What do you mean by destroying both darkness and desire?

[relater]

[ It's him. ♥ ]

They're the two sources of a lot of trouble in my line of work.

text; un - cottoncandy

[sweetsong]

Wow! When you said you liked classical music, you weren't kidding.

[relater]

Ah, with Chopin? Are you surprised?

— 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 07/05.

[relater]

( MATING SEASON TOPLEVEL )

— 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮.

[relater]

Have I ever denied you when you want to be spoiled? Technically, I'll be indulging you twice.

Yes, you. Should I jog your memory, I wonder?

— 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚.

[relater]

Every detective has different methods. But for me, I suppose...

It's learning to resonate with peoples' hearts. If you can become what they need you to be, the truth will undoubtedly come to light.

— 𝙨𝙞𝙭.

[relater]

No? Okay then~

Be sure to push me to my limits. ☆

— 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙖.

[relater]

What you know is something that's already been changed.

— 𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚.

[relater]

Is that so? Be careful, sir, or you'll make me blush before I've even had the chance to offer my services.

With that in mind, you've got it in one. I don't like to be idle. ♥

— 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚.

[relater]

Yellow!

But I don't want to be diagnosed with a noodly soul... aah...

— 𝙩𝙙𝙢 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙮 2025.

[relater]

— 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤.

[relater]

( from here. )

I, ah — [ His grip clutches down on Bakugo's hair at the nape of his neck, kneading slightly to work himself through the sensation of teeth finally closing down on his skin. It's partly the anticipation of it that makes him react so strongly, something so physical that even his empathy struggles to catch up to it. It's not often, really. That something like that happens. ] ...I wouldn't mind letting you, you know.

[ It's precisely because he feels the incendiary roil of emotion in him that he wouldn't do it that makes Kizuna even offer it. Altruism smoked over in threats and vulgarity... well, there's something to it, for him. He doesn't think to pull himself upright just yet, allowing the bite to settle first, to really revel in displaying Bakugo's work to him.

His mark darkens, red and raw on the plane of his chest, still slightly wettened by the prior drag of his tongue. In the hollow of his ribs, his heart hammers loud. ]

— 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩.

[relater]

( from here. )

[ Ah, so he's noticed. That little flare of awareness in his mind's eye that he might be working with more than he's letting on. Kizuna thinks — if he were to ask the right question, he'd tell him. His contentment feels good on what he supposes is his soul, whatever it is that harbors his ability. A soft balm, a proclivity for closeness even at his most upset. Fear is often what drives people to drive others away, he knows.

He hasn't been forthcoming with what he is. A place like this stands the chance to poison him, if he's not careful. Not that Kizuna has practiced much care in how he's handled things, always wanting to fling his heart out as a shield, a compass, a tether for others to grab onto it...

...but, well. Sometimes, it just works out. Even if had only ever worked out once for him, it wouldn't be enough to deter him from reaching out. ]

Ahh, is that so? I'm glad to hear it. In a place like this, with so many unknowns all around, it's the least we could do for one another.

[ He laughs at himself, because he knows how it sounds. ]

But maybe that's just my idealism talking?

— 𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙣.

[relater]

( from here. )

Kizuna. [ He offers with a stunning lack of pretense, given that his initial flourish into the situation had, admittedly (even if only to himself), been full of it. There's information to be gained from it, from plying the ache of displacement with a sense of familiarity worn too well to occur between strangers.

His little trick, flayed open by the fluttering edge of the same starry inclination. ] Resonance is a pretty name for it.

[ More conversational than he thinks he has a right to be after glancing so violently off the mirror of her heart. Now, he's confronted with the nature of reflection. Like placing his hand to the gloss of the surface and finding a gap in between, an indicator that one can see from both sides. But Kizuna has never been content with barriers, with shying back from an obstacle when something he wants to know is on the other side, and perhaps the way he'd defaulted to touch implicates him of it. Just touch, nothing more. What else is there left to do but reach though, shards, distance, and all? ]

Were you trying to understand how I felt? Or was it something more?

[ Inspection of her cuffed wrist through, Kizuna pauses; in the space of a breath, he bows his head to brush a kiss over the flats of her knuckles. He lets go after that, urging her to withdraw her hand back through the partition with a gentle push. ]

That woman in here with you was benefitting from it. Resonance.

— 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 02/25.

[relater]

— 𝙣𝙚𝙪𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚.

[relater]

[ A year has passed since his arrival to the resort. Its games are few but potent reminders of where they are — even for Kizuna, it's difficult to divine anything from its thick curtain of opulence until it's peeled back to reveal the showstopping debauchery lying beneath. For him, it'd been easy to cloak his shoulders in the expectations, wearing that mantle like a second skin. A little like white noise, a thick and humming undercurrent that endears itself by way of insistent comfort.

This game is different, all wrought from sugar and playfulness. Kizuna doesn't believe for a second that there isn't a little more to Cupid and his cherubs, but from what he's seen of the heart-shaped bruises left by arrows that don't actually hurt, this is a less dire primer than some instances he's seen.

It doesn't stop him from lending a hand where he can, however. ]

Psst. [ Comes the quiet hiss as Kizuna beckons quietly to the guest he spots coming down the hall. A striking figure, to be sure, and one that Kizuna is sure he would've remembered seeing before in his watery sapphire hues. Like flora on an overcast day. ] This way. If you don't want to get caught, that is. ♥

[ He's peeking out from the entrance of a path that doesn't look as though it exactly belongs in a resort hallway: a pink neon sign winks behind him, a swirling arrow crowned in a heart leading to a PLAY PLACE, evidently.

It does seem as though he's telling the truth. Down the hallway, the raucous chattering of cherubs sounds as they flutter around in search of their next victim. ]

— 𝙩𝙙𝙢 008 03/15.

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— 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚.

[relater]

[ Though Kizuna isn't the most robust person when it comes to athleticism or competitiveness, engaging in a few of the games that the resort has to offer isn't something he's avoided. In fact, when it's with someone whose company he enjoys, he finds that the influence of the house isn't such a terrible thing to contend with.

Even with a link, Kizuna was no match for Clorinde in a game of marksmanship. Does the fact that it's his suit's game help or hinder him, he'd wondered? But the playing field was remarkably even, just for a little while, enough to end with both of them bereft of much of their clothing. He'd still lost, naturally. She's every bit as formidable in action as he's been lead to believe, no matter the danger of the weapon — and being privy to glints of her softness here and there like light off the maw of a gun is no less tantalizing after the game concludes, after the showers, during the trip back to the suites.

Not ready to see her off just yet, Kizuna kept her in the elevator past her floor with playful kisses trailed from the back of her hand to the height of her shoulder, over collar, pressed to her pulse point. Just until it hit his floor. Now... ]

Ah, I won't be mad if you let go. [ In his suite, knelt before her on his bed, he gently guides her hands up to take hold of the headboard. ] But try not to for a little while?

[ He places a lingering kiss to her mouth on his way down her body, slinking between the steeple of her knees as he coaxes one over his shoulder. Holding her leg steady with the hook of his arm, he dips in to get his mouth on her, tongue laving a thick line up the warm fold of her center. A shallow touch for now, one he pulls upwards to seal his lips over the gentle swell of her clit.

A prize for the victor, still warmed, skin salted by exertion, by adrenaline. ]

— 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩/𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 04/05.

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