Fiery Passion on the Dancefloor [Open]

Seeing Hemera staring at him, or rather, to be more precise, his eyes, he would make eye contact with and look directly back at her, his gun metal gray eyes staring straight back into her own ice blue eyes, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As he turned to head to the bathroom for a shower, he would notice her shaking her head, though he would keep silent, feeling her brush up against his arm as she moved past him.

"... I would appreciate a cup of tea. The tea set should be in one of the cabinets."

Heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, he stripped his clothes off and stepped into the shower, washing his hair and body. He let the powerful jets massage his back, and turning the water off, grabbed his towel, drying himself off. He then dried his hair off and slicked his wet front hair back, revealing his eyes underneath. He then wrapped the towel around him and opening the door, would walk out and head upstairs to his room. Grabbing a pair of boxer shorts and pajama pants, as well as a loose black a-shirt, his muscles visible, leaving nothing to the imagination, after pulling his clothes on, he'd head back downstairs and into the living room just as Hemera began to get up. If she had been talking out loud, Kazuya hadn't heard anything, or rather, he wouldn't say anything on it.

"... No luck with finding the tea set I presume. I'll look for it later. You look really tired. I'll show you to your room."

Before he did so, he would head over to his fridge and opening it, would grab two water bottles from the fridge, one for himself, and the other for Hemera, holding it out to her if she wanted it. After closing the fridge, he'd lead the way upstairs, opening the water bottle and take a long drink from it, as he climbed the stairs. Once on the second floor, he'd cap his bottle and with his free hand, gesture to the room on his right.

"That's the guest room. The room opposite it is my room. If you need anything else, feel free to come into my room and wake me up."

"...? Oh... It was no problem. To be honest, it probably would've been better to take you to your home, but considering how late it is, it was the best option out of the others."

Having turned to face Hemera, Kazuya would be slightly taken aback seeing her bow to him, he didn't think he warranted being bowed to. His arms casually folded across his chest, inadvertently causing him to flex his arms, he would peer back at her in mild curiosity as she glanced up at him before quickly looking back down. He honestly did not have the mindset of wanting her to cross the barrier between the two rooms and try and seduce him, in fact, that was the furthest thing from his mind. He was just letting her know to wake him up if she needed anything because maybe she would wake up and need something in the middle of the night. Unable to see the blush that crept along Hemera's face because of her bow, he would nod his head slightly to her.

"!?"

Before he could turn to head into his own bedroom, seeing Hemera swing around only to end up running smack dab into the wooden frame of the doorway, her legs beginning to buckle beneath her, he would immediately react. His arm shooting out, he would catch her in his arm as he wrapped his arm around her and held her right up against him. I hear squealing... Staring down at her in mild surprise, Kazuya would gently pick her up and carry her in his arms, as he would slowly turn and head into the bedroom. If and when Hemera regained consciousness, she would find herself lying on top of Kazuya's futon, if she looked over to her left, she would see Kazuya sitting beside her, both knees bent upwards, his arms resting on top, a look of mild concern on his face.

"...? Ah... You're awake."

Noticing Hemera had awakened after seeing her feel down her body, checking for something it looked like, as she began to sit up, Kazuya would lean forward slightly towards her, still very much concerned for her. She had hit her head pretty hard, and Kazuya wanted to make sure she was alright. Seeing her blush slightly before raising a hand to her head and lying back down, Kazuya would push himself slightly closer to the futon, and if she let him, reaching out with one free hand, Kazuya would gently lift her hand off her head before gently rubbing her forehead to prevent a bruise from forming, giving her a slight smile back.

"... This is my room. You don't need to thank me, I couldn't just leave a pretty girl like you knocked out in the hallway, and I had to make sure you were alright. You had me worried there. You don't owe me anything... at all."

Continuing to rub Hemera's forehead for a good few minutes, he'd pull his hand away soon after, backing up a bit away from her, resting his arms back on top of his knees.

"Feel any better?"

Concentrating on rubbing Hemera's forehead just enough so the bruising would not be too bad, once he was done, he would pull his hand away and back up a bit away from her, glancing at her before nodding his head slightly at her. Seeing her begin to sit back up, he would bow his head slightly back at her, and would stay sitting on the floor as she started to get up and head towards the door. Once she had left, Kazuya would get up and go to switch his bedroom light off, then climb into his futon.

November 24, 7:10AM
New York City, New York
Kazuya's House

Before long, morning came and Kazuya... was not in his bed. After waking up early in the morning and changing into his training clothes, Kazuya had left and started his early morning training right away. If Hemera came downstairs, she would find the house empty, which logically, left the dojo the only place Kazuya could be in.

"Kee-yah!"

The sound Hemera would hear was a martial artist's cry issuing from the dojo in front of her, if she looked through one of the windows of the dojo, she would see Kazuya dressed in just a pair of white Karate gi pants with a white hachimaki (headband) tied around his head, keeping his hair out of his face, and white training bandages wrapped around his forearms and half of his hands, practicing on a Muk Yan Jong or wooden dummy. Having finished his daily morning training, which consisted of 500 one thumb push-ups, 500 one leg squats, and a 5 mile run, he was now practicing some simple Karate techniques.

After about 10 minutes later, grabbing a towel hanging nearby, Kazuya would wipe the sweat dripping off his face, and finally notice Hemera watching him, the sounds from his martial arts training having drowned out the sound of the door sliding open.

"... Ah. Good morning. You're up rather early. I trust you slept well?"

"... Yeah, since 5:30AM. All part of my daily morning training."

After wiping the sweat off his face, Kazuya would hang the towel around his neck before casually folding his arms across his chest, glancing over at Hemera in mild interest. Though she had said she slept relatively well, either it was shadows, or there were faint dark circles under her eyes, though he couldn't be sure. From the way she touched the wooden training dummy, she seemed familiar with it, but possibly never actually trained using one.

"... I assume you have training of your own to do? You are welcome to use the dojo for your training, though I presume you have somewhere in particular you train at."