Yujin leans closer, his hands sinking past the black smoke screen and pressing against the glass. He blinks, his breath fogging the surface as he gapes at the lovely weapons. He swears they were made just for him.
"What are you doing?" The deep and quiet voice coming from behind, makes him yelp.
Yujin jumps away from the glass. He spins around and finds a dark figure leaning against the door frame a few feet away. Muscular arms are crossed over a broad chest and a booted foot props up against the threshold as if he's been leisurely waiting.
The man is dressed in all black, the fabric of his tight, long-sleeved shirt clinging to defined muscle. Yujin can practically see every outline of his abs, and subconsciously runs his palm down his own torso.
"Seriously?" He mutters under his breath. Yujin could work out every day of his life and still wouldn't be as defined as him. He pouts, how is that fair? It's not!
Yujin may be an esper, but since his blessing is more defensive than offensive, he lacks a few 'esper-like' qualities. At least that's what his mother tells him.
Yujin pushes the irksome thoughts away and narrows his eyes at the intruder. He can't see anything to identify him with since a mask similar to his own hides everything but his yellow glowing eyes.
An Esper close to a rampage? That's probably not good. He shuffles back only to bump into the pillar behind him.
Is he here to steal the daggers too?
"Shouldn't you be looking for a guide?" The question slips out before Yujin can think better of it, and gestures at his own eyes as an example.
The guy tilts his head but doesn't answer. Instead he avoids the question all together, "You worried I'll go crazy here?"
Yujin squints his eyes, "Uh, duh." What kind of a dumb question is that? "I'm kind of on a stealth mission," he waves a gloved hand and gestures to the room, "And if an Esper goes on a rampage and draws attention, it wouldn't exactly be stealthy anymore."
"Not exactly stealthy if I caught you, though. Right?" He drops his arms to his sides and pushes off of the threshold to step further inside of the room.
Well, he's annoying. Yujin scowls. His blessing is everything stealthy, so how dare he insult him like that. As if he's rubbing it in Yujin's face! He takes a deep breath and lets the insult go. Instead, he focuses on a more important matter.
Has word gotten out to the public about it being transferred here already? That's annoying too… Yujin's jaw ticks. It's like the universe is acting out to get him.
Ding!
[Profile blocked from viewing.]
Yujin's dark eyebrows furrow as he averts his eyes from the system window to his new beefy guest. How strong of an esper does he have to be to do that?
A lower grade wouldn't have been able to get past the Honeycomb Barrier. Yujin narrows his eyes, if the guy truly is that strong, can he see Yujin's profile window? That would be problematic.
"Wha-" Yujin's voice cracks and he cuts himself off to clear his throat, dang it. "Enough about me." He tries again and is relieved when he doesn't sound as annoyed as he feels.
"What about you? Why are you here?" He crosses his arms over his chest and cocks his hip to the right. Yujin is the only one who's going to steal those daggers.
The guy doesn't respond at first, the silence between them becoming unsettling. Just when Yujin is about to say fuck it and make the first move, the other guy hums. Hums as if he's only on a leisure stroll and not breaking into a highly guarded facility.
He gazes up at something behind Yujin and taps a finger against the fabric of his pants. He's so casual for an Esper on the verge of a rampage, too.
With his hands shoved into the pockets of his black pants, he steps closer. Yujin narrows his purple eyes at him and shifts his stance, so if he comes at him, he'll be prepared.
However, the guy doesn't. He walks a wide berth around him, his hands still in his pockets as if he doesn't see Yujin as a threat.
Yujin's jaw clenches and he shifts along with the other thief, not wanting to lower his guard. The distance between them remains the same as they circle one another.
"I asked you first." The guy shrugs.
Deja vu hits Yujin in the face and his head tilts to the side. Why does he sound familiar? He scans the guys' form once more with renewed interest, noticing the thickness of his biceps and calves.
Yellow eyes. There's not a lot of espers with bright irises unless they were on the verge of going berserk. Or if they were blessed by a god with the power of light, fire, or some form in between.
The only way to tell the difference is that espers on the verge of going crazy have black veins running down their face and neck. Since the man is wearing a mask, it's hard to tell which one he is. Yujin automatically assumed he was on the verge of rampaging, because those with natural yellow eyes are few and far between.
But what if Yujin is wrong?
"I got curious." Yujin says and glares at him, the gears in his head working. "I wanted to see it."
"Seeing doesn't require touching, now does it?"
Yujin can hear the smugness in his tone. His hands curl into fists, seriously, who the hell is this guy? "It's your turn." He snaps, nodding at him, "Why are you here?"
"Just," The guy pauses and reaches up to scratch the top of his head, his hood shifting but not enough for Yujin to get a decent look at his hair. He was hoping it would have helped him figure out who the guy is. The other thief sighs, "Doing some old man a favor."