Kiryu couldn't help but be excited by the thought of you beating him to a bloody pulp. He knew you could do it too, with that hate in your eyes... God, he could barely contain himself now as he held his chest. His cheeks flushed a bright red and a certain haze overtakes those dilated irises too.

The last time he felt this excited to fight someone was when he killed his master. But he had a feeling you would surpass even that. Yes. He was disgusting, nothing less than a speck of dirt on the bottom of your shoe yet he paid no mind to how you degraded him and more to your muscles that shined with sweat under the night sky.

The moonlight just perfectly reflected on you and he didn't think he could stand you glaring at him like that any longer. It made him feel all hot n' bothered in the best way. "And then... In the depths of my despair of losing you... I'll be able to spill my seed." Kiryu practically mewled, his own nails digging hard into his skin that felt like it was on fire, the throbbing warmth spread so fast he didn't know if he would be able to wait for that faithful day you would against each other to release after being pent up for so long now.