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"Hey bird boy" A voice, mocking, calls out through sun-warmed air with a taunting laugh. It was intended to be provocative, though the outcome would be the same whether it worked or not.
"What?" Another voice, this one annoyed. Following it are stomping shoes, panicked crow caws, flapping wings, and a fist meeting face. A sickening crack, a falling body and bag, and blood drips against concrete tie it all together.
"That's what you get birdbrain." The first voice goaded again, still trying to get a reaction. He didn't care he hit first, if he got the bird boy to hit him back they'd both be in trouble. Better yet if the birdboy got caught hitting him, he could play victim.
But the boy didn't, he just stood and spit out the blood that'd collected in his mouth. He looked unphased, as if his nose wasn't leaking blood like an old sink faucet.
The male who's fist held blood from the other gulped quietly. Why did he feel like he'd made a large mistake than he intended.
"The fuck's your problem? You wanna get hit some more birdshit?" He snapped, coating his unease with anger. It wasn't hard considering he did it often. That was the life of a bad boy, he couldn't be afraid.
"Go ahead, and its Ameku Matsuo. Not birdshit, or birdbrain, or bird boy. If you're gonna insult the fact that I'm good with birds, at least be creative." Matsuo grumbled, tucking his hands in his pockets.
Why couldn't he have one full week without some asshole thinking they're the shit? And why was he the constant victim anyway? He wasn't involved in any gangs or groups, he didn't fuck around with people's partners, he simply existed with a random target on his back.
"Do you even know who I am?" The self proclaimed bad boy snapped again. Both could testify that Matsuo's eyes rolled so far back that if there was light back there he could've probably seen his brain.
"Yeah. We're in the same class dumbfuck. Shibuya 3rd's very own Kiyomasa" Matsuo scoffed. Okay maybe he put the target on his own back after the first couple snarky comments while being mildly bullied in first year.
"Watch your mouth or I'll make sure you can't speak" Kiyomasa's eye twitched as he spoke. Typically he wasn't so verbal, he went in fist first. But Matsuo was getting under his skin and he wanted to do the same back. Matsuo's eyes rolled yet again.
"Holy shit do all bullies take their stupid lines out of hero villain movies? You sound so fucking stupid. What're gonna do to stop me from talking? Bash my teeth in?" Matsuo really needed to learn when to shut his mouth. He'd learn that someday but, despite the fist that collided into his mouth and left him jarred, that day would not be today.
He was stunned enough that Kiyomasa was able to grab his arm in an iron grip and begin dragging him to god knows where.
Who knew, him provoking Kiyomasa enough to drag him to a little fighting ring would change his life forever.
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A/N: Woo woo I have big brain story idea moment woooo
