Look

Mukuro x Hibari

Rokudo Mukuro stepped closer to the other boy and nonchalantly leaned against his ornate trident. Hibari scoffed and scanned the illusionist up and down. Mukuro's brilliant azure hair fell in soft swatches across his arrogant, angular features, and his bizarre, mismatched eyes flitted mockingly over Hibari's form. The tonfa wielder squeezed his fists tighter around his weapons.

Hibari hated everything about this man, but most of all, Hibari despised the way Rokudo Mukuro looked at him.

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((Er. Yeah. Just the midday musings of a high school student. These are all probably going to be super short (I mean, just look at the first one), and I don't know how many there'll be. Tch.))