Author's Note: Okay, well. This Kazuo is a very different one from the one who's been here so far; his mun chose a really unique interpretation for him (his nickname is cocaine!Kazuo, if that helps), but it's one that I enjoyed RPing with very much. Oh, and to explain Mitsu's comment at the end, Setsuko (her best friend) has a history with this Kazuo. It's the only time he'll show up here, though.
Kazuo x Mitsuko
Prompt: My muse does something dangerous for yours.
"Give it up, pretty boy!"
Mitsuko turned her head automatically towards the voice. It sounded distant, a few streets down… no, it wasn't worth checking out…
"Fuck you, fucker! You're not getting shit from me!"
Mitsuko froze. She closed her eyes and groaned wearily. Dammit…
She turned on her heel and jogged towards where the voices seemed to be coming from. After rounding a couple of corners, she found what she was looking for — Kazuo Kiriyama, who happened to be backed into a corner by a man holding a knife.
Mitsuko sighed. Stupid boy.
"Hey." She barely had to raise her voice.
Kazuo turned in her direction and grinned, looking surprised. "Oh, hey, Souma!" he greeted her.
She shook her head in annoyance, tensing as the other man turned to her as well.
"Get out of here, girl," he warned.
Mitsuko reached behind her and pulled her pistol, which she'd begun carrying with her after the Program, from the back of her skirt. She raised it until it was level with the man's chest. "I'd suggest you leave. Now," she said cooly, stepping closer.
The man glared and slowly began backing away. After the first few steps, it was almost funny how quickly he disappeared.
Kazuo pushed off the wall and sauntered over to Mitsuko. "Thanks, honey," he said cheerfully, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I owe you one."
Mitsuko shook off his hand and threw him a disgusted look. "I didn't do it for you. I'm leaving now."
She stalked off, leaving a bewildered Kazuo to try to figure out what exactly that meant.