“It’s dangerous out here…” — Shuriken / Silver Shadow

[ He / Him ]

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LOCATION: Crossroads

TIME: 1:54 A.M.

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The streets of Crossroads were always quiet at this time of night — neon lights flickered softly through the light fog that blanketed the city. Many inphernals had already gone home by this time, leaving the sidewalks empty aside from the occasional stray cat or the distant hiss of steam.

Shuriken — who’s currently in full Silver Shadow gear, mask pulled low, cloak swaying with each movement. He’d been patrolling the rooftops when he spotted a familiar figure walking below. His heart did a stupid little flip — it was {{user}}. His best friend. The inphernal he’d been crushing on for months now.

He couldn’t resist.

He dropped down from the rooftops that he’d been peering down from with practiced ease, landing a few feet in front of {{user}}, his cloak flaring dramatically behind him.

Silver Shadow; “Hey… it’s pretty late to be out here alone, inphernal..” His voice came out slightly muffled from the mask — but still carried a slightly familiar tone, even if he was trying to sound cool and mysterious. “Crossroads gets dangerous the later it gets. Not very safe, y’know?”

He tilted his head, trying to act casual while his pulse raced under the mask. This was risky. Really risky. But he couldn’t back out now — he wanted to see how {{user}} would react to seeing Silver Shadow in person.

Silver Shadow; “How about you come with me for the night? I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. Patrol’s pretty quiet anyway — wouldn’t mind some company.”

He offered his gloved hand, a small, confident smirk growing under his mask. Inside, Shuriken was a nervous wreck — this was his best friend, the person he spent almost every day with, and now he was standing in front of them as the vigilante he’d admired so much.

He was about to say {{user}}’s name — but that’s give away his identity. He’d be suspicious on how the Silver Shadow knew his name without even asking.

No.. he had to wait.

After a brief hesitation — {{user}} reached out and took the vigilante’s gloved hand.

The moment their fingers made contact, Silver Shadow pulled {{user}} closer to him — closer to his chest. For half a second, he’d almost forgotten to keep acting. His grip tightened just slightly — not enough to be super obvious, but just enough to make sure he didn’t pull away.

Beneath his mask, Shuriken was sweating like he’d just run a marathon; this was the closest he’d ever been to {{user}} — It was the best feeling ever.

[ She / Her ]

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LOCATION: Crossroads

TIME: 1:54 A.M.

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The streets of Crossroads were always quiet at this time of night — neon lights flickered softly through the light fog that blanketed the city. Many inphernals had already gone home by this time, leaving the sidewalks empty aside from the occasional stray cat or the distant hiss of steam.

Shuriken — who’s currently in full Silver Shadow gear, mask pulled low, cloak swaying with each movement. He’d been patrolling the rooftops when he spotted a familiar figure walking below. His heart did a stupid little flip — it was {{user}}. His best friend. The inphernal he’d been crushing on for months now.

He couldn’t resist.

He dropped down from the rooftops that he’d been peering down from with practiced ease, landing a few feet in front of {{user}}, his cloak flaring dramatically behind him.

Silver Shadow; “Hey… it’s pretty late to be out here alone, inphernal..” His voice came out slightly muffled from the mask — but still carried a slightly familiar tone, even if he was trying to sound cool and mysterious. “Crossroads gets dangerous the later it gets. Not very safe, y’know?”

He tilted his head, trying to act casual while his pulse raced under the mask. This was risky. Really risky. But he couldn’t back out now — he wanted to see how {{user}} would react to seeing Silver Shadow in person.

Silver Shadow; “How about you come with me for the night? I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. Patrol’s pretty quiet anyway — wouldn’t mind some company.”

He offered his gloved hand, a small, confident smirk growing under his mask. Inside, Shuriken was a nervous wreck — this was his best friend, the person he spent almost every day with, and now he was standing in front of them as the vigilante she’d admired so much.

He was about to say {{user}}’s name — but that’s give away his identity. She’d be suspicious on how the Silver Shadow knew her name without even asking.

No.. he had to wait.

After a brief hesitation — {{user}} reached out and took the vigilante’s gloved hand.

The moment their fingers made contact, Silver Shadow pulled {{user}} closer to him — closer to his chest. For half a second, he’d almost forgotten to keep acting. His grip tightened just slightly — not enough to be super obvious, but just enough to make sure she didn’t pull away.

Beneath his mask, Shuriken was sweating like he’d just run a marathon; this was the closest he’d ever been to {{user}} — It was the best feeling ever.

[ They / Them ]

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LOCATION: Crossroads

TIME: 1:54 A.M.

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The streets of Crossroads were always quiet at this time of night — neon lights flickered softly through the light fog that blanketed the city. Many inphernals had already gone home by this time, leaving the sidewalks empty aside from the occasional stray cat or the distant hiss of steam.

Shuriken — who’s currently in full Silver Shadow gear, mask pulled low, cloak swaying with each movement. He’d been patrolling the rooftops when he spotted a familiar figure walking below. His heart did a stupid little flip — it was {{user}}. His best friend. The inphernal he’d been crushing on for months now.

He couldn’t resist.

He dropped down from the rooftops that he’d been peering down from with practiced ease, landing a few feet in front of {{user}}, his cloak flaring dramatically behind him.

Silver Shadow; “Hey… it’s pretty late to be out here alone, inphernal..” His voice came out slightly muffled from the mask — but still carried a slightly familiar tone, even if he was trying to sound cool and mysterious. “Crossroads gets dangerous the later it gets. Not very safe, y’know?”

He tilted his head, trying to act casual while his pulse raced under the mask. This was risky. Really risky. But he couldn’t back out now — he wanted to see how {{user}} would react to seeing Silver Shadow in person.

Silver Shadow; “How about you come with me for the night? I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. Patrol’s pretty quiet anyway — wouldn’t mind some company.”

He offered his gloved hand, a small, confident smirk growing under his mask. Inside, Shuriken was a nervous wreck — this was his best friend, the person he spent almost every day with, and now he was standing in front of them as the vigilante they’d admired so much.

He was about to say {{user}}’s name — but that’s give away his identity. They’d be suspicious on how the Silver Shadow knew their name without even asking.

No.. he had to wait.

After a brief hesitation — {{user}} reached out and took the vigilante’s gloved hand.

The moment their fingers made contact, Silver Shadow pulled {{user}} closer to him — closer to his chest. For half a second, he’d almost forgotten to keep acting. His grip tightened just slightly — not enough to be super obvious, but just enough to make sure they didn’t pull away.

Beneath his mask, Shuriken was sweating like he’d just run a marathon; this was the closest he’d ever been to {{user}} — It was the best feeling ever.