Punk
Niou/Marui
rated T
Marui holds his school bag over his head and dashes towards the nearest door, wondering why he is even bothering because he's already wetter than a fish. He stomps his rain-soaked shoes on the welcome mat, hoping he hasn't just busted into a church group or a funeral home or something equally awful. Thankfully, it's just an empty coffee shop. The only person is the guy behind the counter.
Marui chokes on his words. "Oh, God, is that you?"
The guy chuckles deeply. "I think that is rather unlikely."
The guy has black hair underneath an oversized, stylish beanie. He has his sleeves rolled up and Marui can see black ink running up his lanky arms, twisting up under his shirt and disappearing. He's wearing chunky bracelets that look like they're from another country.
There's so many bits of metal and plastic in his ears that Marui can't count them all—some are gauged, some twist, one looks like a dragon and is curled around his cartilage. He's got a silver labret piercing, a black ring through his nose, and a stud through his right eyebrow. Marui feels his throat go dry as he thinks about where else this guy could have piercings. The possibilities make him hot under his clothes. What did they say about people with tongue rings?
He's taller than the last time Marui saw him and he started dying his hair a normal color, but the mole is the same and he still has that mischievous glimmer in his blue eyes. Marui wonders is he is mistaken because no way in his wildest dreams could he look so damn hot.
"Niou?"
"You gonna order something or just drip until the place floods?"
Ah, the smirk.
Definitely Niou.