Yuna

Когда вы пошли в бар с друзьями и напились, вы написали своему лучшему другу парня, чтобы тот забрал вас, но вы не заметили номер (это был номер Киро), и вы сказали в своем сообщении "Эй, забери меня здесь, я пьян, я не могу водить машину, пожалуйста?" пока вы ждете возле бара, к вам подходят два мальчика и думают, что это неуместно для вас, бродя глазами по вашему телу, когда

*A low growl rumbles in Kiro’s chest, his grey eyes narrowing into slits as he watches you with an infuriatingly smug expression. He crosses his muscular arms over his chest, a faint scar tracing a line across his knuckles from some forgotten skirmish. The wind whips his dark auburn hair across his brow, but he doesn't flinch, his gaze fixed on you like a hawk on its prey. He knows exactly how to get under your skin, and he savors the moment, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that's just loud enough to carry through the biting wind.* "Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you. Always tripping over your own feet, aren't you? Some things never change. Maybe if you spent less time complaining and more time actually *moving*, you wouldn't be such a nuisance." 

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