Nobu saw that Kysaly was conflicted and knew that the reason he left finally clicked. The emotions of a particularly frustrating or worrying situation often brought out the selfishness of a person, but it wasn't them being bad. No, it was obvious that there was more to their bond than originally anticipated. What was originally Nobu's piqued interest in such a unique person and him simply being charismatic became energy that he hadn't felt in a long time.

They really did need to get to know each other, but Kysaly was just as charismatic as he was. The recklessness of adults with needs matched the recklessness of ignorant kids at times, they just were able to take a step back and look at things for what they were. "I know. You don't have to say it, I respect that you didn't just blindly agree with me or my actions." As they brought him a blanket and mentioned breakfast, he perked up.

"Oh, this is NOT what I had in mind when I wanted you to make me morning coffee..." Being light-hearted, he hoped that Kysaly would soften up. Part of him wanted them to sleep next to him for the comfort, but maybe that was a bit much. There was a lot to process, which made for perfect morning conversation. How was he going to leave in the morning without clothes? "If I Yenmo the money to you...do you think you could grab me some clothes tomorrow?"

Turning his head towards them, there was a cheeky grin on his face. "Or will I just have to suffer here as a naked Adonis for you for the day?" It was a bit of fun for him, as he was basically asking for Kysaly to scold him at this point. He enjoyed it, it just showed that Kysaly had strong character to not be so shy all the time.

Kysaly

It was probably an inappropriate time to be revealing details about himself to Kysaly, but Nobu was pretty messed up. High off morphine, injured to all hell, there was a good intent there. His step was to be more honest with Kysaly, he owed them his life. Kysaly was mysterious in their own way, charming and full of goodness he only wished he had a fraction of. His hand dropped as Kysaly didn't take it, but definitely let him off easily.

"Then let's start over. I'll be honest with you. I'll be upfront." Turning his body to let his legs hand off the table, he held the sheet over his legs so that it didn't fall. He knew what it was like to feel abandoned, like his excitement raced ahead of him before he truly learned who someone was. It was what made his youth so chaotic and his corporate life so draining. Trust was supposed to be earned, not given. It was a rare commodity and not meant for charity.

"I won't endanger you. I know you're putting up a wall right now, and I don't blame you." He wouldn't make any grand gesture towards Kysaly, putting both hands in his lap and bowing as far as he could without agitating his injuries. "For how tonight turned out, I am truly sorry." Raising his head, he didn't think he was going to go anywhere for the night, so he chose his next words carefully.

"Kys, it takes real bravery to do what you just did." He didn't want to say it, but fighting so violently and without mercy was the cowardly approach to villains. He could do better, he just couldn't admit it. Sighing, he felt up his bandages and seethed in pain. "Could you do me a favor? Could you come check my shoulder again?" He gestured as blood began to soak through the bandage. It was expected, that wound was much heavier than the others.

Kysaly

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Thoughts of dying and being unable to be helped flooded from the time that Nobu was able to flee the scene and when he arrived at Kyss Cafe. It would be impossible for him to get medical help, so he had to come to terms with where he was when blood loss would finally take him. Meanwhile, Cambion had to retreat and lick his own wounds. The fight with him wasn't over, it just subsided until Raiden was able to come back harder than before.

In his thoughts, he felt lucky that Kysaly let him in and that they were helping him move. Blurred by his wounded state, he would eventually find himself in a table and being covered. Nobu could even be considered evil for showing Kysaly what they had missed before he died. Evil for leaving them high and dry with no explanation and plenty of worry. Suddenly, there was a doctor in the room. That doctor was Kysaly.

Having his hopes sparked anew, he had so many questions but knew to listen and not say anything while Kysaly did the honors of cleaning up this mess. When they said it, it was clear as day that his whim to see them one last time was actually a blessing. "Oh, dear god, I am fucking lucky." Choking back a laugh at the circumstances, he would handle the pain quite well. He was already going through a lot of it, so the added surgical pain wasn't much worse.

A few times, he would bite it back, but refused the blanket. Taking the vodka in with heavy swigs, he wondered what kind of relief or pain the shard would be. "I wanted...to see you one more time. I'm tough, couldn't let you wonder why I left." With a trembled smile, he watched them do their work. Fascinating. "So the freelance work I do..." He didn't say much, nor did he really have to.

It was clear as day what he did for work. Kysaly, however, clearly did more than work a cafe if they were this prepared. Well, if they save me...at least this will bring us closer. Hopefully.

Kysaly

Bleeding, broken armor, broken bones. Raiden wasn't doing well after that fight and got out of it far from unscathed. It was cataclysmic, he knew he was weak but the enemy made it so apparent how lacking he was. It had to happen on the night that he was going on a date as well, which made it all the more frustrating. A magical night, ruined and putting the possibility that he couldn't see Kysaly again in danger of being the outcome.

His armor was shattered in several places from the concussive blows of his enemy, a demonic looking fellow who set a dear friend's estate in Tokyo ablaze with black fire. Almost as if it were flames spitting from the underworld. His friend was actually the very person he was going to call a favor in for to take Kysaly to a fashion show, but her home and her family were threatened because of an unsavory ex-lover who was finally free from imprisonment.

A former male model that helped as sexy representation for heteromorphs, Cambion was exposed as being vile and toxic to those he dated in the industry...among other atrocities. Someone who didn't express how dangerous they were to the public, the original arrest attempt went very poorly. Nobu kept checking in on his friend and eventually things fizzled out once Cambion was arrested with proper force.

Now, Cambion was able to manipulate his way back onto the streets. Unlike Raiden, he was still as strong as ever after being behind bars for years. That showed with the shards of concrete impaling the lightning vigilante, the burns and the broken armor. Half of his visor was pried off, and the moments of battle kept flashing before Nobu's eyes. Delirious, he was able to use his blue lightning to scare off the Cambion after his friend took her family to safety.

Now, he stumbled his way through Tokyo in fear of being caught by hero and villain alike. He couldn't be seen, not after the torrential approach he had to Mummy. Raiden was dangerous. Stumbling through alleys, there just happened to be something clinging to dear life that he needed to see Kysaly one more time before he died. He was going to die. He was on death's door and unfortunately, there was nobody he could go to.

Banging on the back door of the cafe, desperate to be comforted as pain shot through every nerve, he clung to this battle between hope and hopelessness simmering in his head. "K...Kysaly. Kysaly!" Please be awake. Please hear my knocks. I don't want to die alone.

Kysaly

Nobu wasn't nice and sweet for a lot of people. Usually, he was just direct. When he flirted, he was direct. When he told someone that he thought they were annoying, he was direct. Kysaly followed along, played the game with him and it was going to be rewarded. There was interest, chemistry and mutual desires. As they left the restaurant and Kysaly cutely giggled, and when they turned to face each other he wouldn't waste time with words.

Drawn in, Nobu would confidently go for a deep, passionate kiss. The kind that comes when the restraints are finally released off of all the hormonal tension. The kind that was like an unending fire, passion that would captivate and meld the two of them together. He might not have known that Kysaly could feel his pain through it, nor would he know that they could feel his pleasure in its complete honesty, but he wanted it to be known.

If Kysaly accepted, his hands would dart around. Touching key areas, finding their way down to the small of their back. It would be a kiss that would go on without a worry for what was going on around them, what time it was or where they were at. When it was done, Nobu would hold Kysaly and give them a look unique to their relationship. Kindness, passion, romance. "This date has been wonderful. With...how I'm feeling, how we're feeling, I'd like to keep you company tonight."

Indirect, but respectful. Gentlemanly. Just shy of outright saying he wanted to bed them. He wouldn't respond immediately, but he would feel his phone vibrate intensely. All he cared about was Kysaly.

Kysaly

There was a devil inside of Nobu that was yelling at the sight of such an angel. The way Kysaly relaxed, the way their legs met and clothing protecting the barista but allowing heat to rise all the same. The moment they shared hit all levels of enjoyment for someone in their thirties. The ability to relax, the calm away from any storms. Food, alcohol, a silent tide hiding the intimate desires rearing their heads.

"Oh, sweet Kys, there's so much you can provide." He leaned forward, head in hand, and took in Kysaly with a whole new gaze. Lustful, wanting, the feeling of wanting to consume them in their entirety. It was a sinful look, but there was surprising softness entering into Nobu's normally tense features. They were able to make his guard drop, which made playing off the electrical burns a bit harder.

Had he remnants on his hands that were not healed? How did they know? There was a fidget, a hesitation. But, his companion's own blushing helped him lead back in. "Oh, you're absolutely right. Handy-work is hard when it's not exactly your original profession. And...well, I could use some work on every stiff inch of my body." Sipping his soju, it seemed like the old lady kept her distance and it allowed him to be so suggestive.

Drawing Kysaly's leg towards him, he gave a flicker with his eyebrows the suggested he wasn't being so innocent. "Well, if you like how my hands feel...I wonder if you'll enjoy how my lips do too." He wanted Kysaly so badly. Hands searching, conquering all over. Lips touching, speaking love languages all night as they dance. He knew that it was best not to act immediately, they were more refined than such an easy one night stand.

Nobu battled his desires intensely, but his eyes did not hide them at all.

Kysaly