Perhaps he had been too bold,
Alistar didn’t hesitate to maintain eye contact for painfully long seconds. Kuro was strangely enthralled too, he had not ever wanted
someone to look at him. But there was something beautifully interesting about watching thoughts run through someone’s head as he could before him right now. It was okay that the looking became a bit more of an idle thing because the idea that someone would intently think about him was more alluring.
Alluring, that was a strange word for him to use. But that was a word he would attribute to Alistar. There was a comfort in the similarities of their drow heritage, the darkened skin with bright hair and even with light blue eyes, there was the deep flecks of purple in there that weren’t too different from his own. While objectively, all Alistar’s features were muted, it was difficult to call it that. Nothing about the man felt like it could be called less that attentive and alive. Even with softer colors and rounded cheeks and lips, his aura was sharp and crackling. Or perhaps, that’s just what Alistar had manufactured between them by withholding information and clear intentions.
When Alistar broke contact with a step back, Kuro had another moment to breathe normally. He wasn’t usually this worked up. But something about the denial of information here was making him more interested that he ought to be. But with a little space, he could see that Alistar was actually thinking almost hard about something, though it was his misery to guess what. Then again, why was he so invested. Kuro couldn’t really explain to himself in the moment why he had his thoughts tied up with this.
The moment of confusion seemed to pass as he commented on his switchblade. A small smirk, nearly grimace, crossed his face. Alistar hadn’t asked for a backstory, but the threat was almost welcome. This was the nature of their class rivalry anyhow. Smirk, it stayed at a smirk. Perhaps that was enough because Alistar silently moved away from him, heading out the door. Of course, he could presume he was heading to the training hall. With the absence of a body so close to his, Kuro found himself hyper aware of the cold clinging to his still bare skin. Some cotton pants and a shirt would do.
He braided his hair up, but kept his ceremonial feathers in his small satchel. Kuro quietly walked down the halls toward the hall. No one was around him, but he still felt himself holding his breath as if someone was watching him at every moment. Maybe the paranoia still had not worn off. However, he knew at the very least Alistar hadn’t been skulking around for him, because when he entered the gym his eyes were immediately drawn to the bare back of the man he’d faced shirtless a few mere minutes before.
The drow barely moved for a moment, taking in for the first time the intensely precise geometric tattoos and how they laced to his back. They were mesmerizing, moving with the muscles with a life of their own. Or perhaps, he wasn’t that muscular in a similar way to how Kuro’s body did not betray overy physical fitness. Was he looking for too much of himself in Alistar? Maybe. This whole interaction was full of uncertainty, a refreshingly new experience for Kuro as of late.
Slowly, Kuroko drew closer to his partner, in sparring at least. While his footsteps were near silent from practice, he didn’t act any further to quiet them as he got as close as he dared. He left his satchel on the floor, then hesitantly tugged his shirt over his head and folded it alongside the bag. Not that it was necessary at this point, the drow cleared his throat and looked upon Alistar with a half smile.
“You’re a more pleasant view here. What would you like the terms of this… bout, to be?”