hikarunara || muichiro toxito x oc

seven: the pillars put us in a pickle

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MUICHIRO WAS AWKWARD.

to say the least, he didn't have the best grasp on social events. he could get by just fine, but his personality was often construed as standoff-ish and rude.

he started to miss hikari. she didn't push him more than he wanted. she didn't grate on his ears, or force him to participate with his co-workers.

"son of a bitch! you'll pay for that!"

"bitch, i will throw you!"

uzui, sanemi, and obanai had been arguing like that all night. usually, uzui instigated things like a twelve-year-old boy. he'd try to rip open their yukata's and expose them, he'd start stealing their food.

this time, he picked obanai clean into the air.

muichiro watched from his spot at the end of the table as obanai pathetically fought against uzui, who only laughed. mitsuri would scream, making obanai even more embarassed.

"kyojuro! look how strong i am!" uzui laughs.

"put him down." shinobu calmly says.

"okay!"

uzui frops obanai right away, but mitsuri swoops in to catch him with ease.

"romantic." sanemi mutters. mitsuri and obanai flush red as the green-eyed girl sets the serpent hashira down instantly.

muichiro lays flat on his futon, looking up blankly at the ceiling.

rengoku interrupts that soon enough.

"you don't smell very good, young tokito!" he announces. "you smell of a demon!"

"okay."

"wait!"

uzui leaps across the room before yanking muichiro up by his collar. the younger hashira feels utter disgust as uzui sniffs him all over.

"motherfucker!" he yells triumphantly. "that's the same demon i smelled on you a few days ago!"

"we... saw each other a few days ago?" muichiro questions.

"yeah! you used the 'ooh! cool lizard over there!' trick and you dashed off!" uzui smirks.

"you fell for a cool-lizard trick?" sanemi groans.

"you're 23! not 13!" obanai remarks.

uzui rages silently at them both. muichiro frees himself, plopping back down on the futon.

"shut up before i eat your scrawny ass!"

"suck my dick!" sanemi yells.

"language." gyomei softly remarks.

"are we ignoring the fact that-"

"shut up, giyu!"

"okay." the defeated water hashira pouts. he turns and faces the wall, running his finger along the cracks of the wood and counting as high as he can.