Dam we all gay

anal sex isnt gay-scaramouche

Kunikuzushi took a lazy drag on his cigarette.

"Give me a light, you useless fuck," Rosalyne said and reached a hand through his jacket pocket.

The sun had begun to set about an hour ago. They sat in front of the empty parking lot of a 7-11 on school campus, as they used the place frequently as a general meeting spot.

Kunikuzushi swatted her hand away, giving her a sharp eye as he picked the cigarette from his mouth to speak. He responded, "Calm the fuck down." He tossed her the lighter and she caught it with ease. Her shoulders relaxed as she took a deep breath filled with smoke.

"So how's the new place? Miss us already?" Ajax cooed, hopping up on the metal railing the other two leaned against. His face tilted and a smile crept across his face. "Don't tell me you miss us."

Kunikuzushi scowled. "It's only been a month. How much longer do I have to wait until you stop asking the same shit?" He put the cigarette between his teeth and continued, saying, "He's more of a faggot than Ajax is. Went out wearing a fucking dress the other day."

Rosalyne let a plume of smoke leave from the corner of her mouth. "What, not me though?"

Kunikuzushi shrugged. "You're bi," he said as if it answered her question.

Rosalyne huffed, then turned to Kunikuzushi only to shove his chest. "I'll pull your girlfriend and make her cum more times in one night than you have in a year." She opened her hand and dropped the lighter in front of him. "There," she said before returning to her original spot against the railing. "I can't believe we're to the point where I'm offended by not being included in your slurs."

Ajax laughed. "Yeeaah, man. I disregard most of the things you say, but it's still not very Pogchamp," he said.

Kunikuzushi picked up his lighter from the ground and pocketed it. "You're fucking demented" was all he said before leaving with a stubborn turn on the heel.

"You should clean up after yourself," Kazuha said passively as Kunikuzushi passed through the kitchen only to place even more dirty plates into the pile Kazuha had been washing.

"You're not my mom," Kunikuzushi retorted.

Kazuha's lips pressed into a line, his eyes narrowing only for a moment. He regarded himself as a patient person—but Kunikuzushi was a terrible person on all fronts, especially if having a shit personality and a bigoted mindset were the requirements. "Girlfriend break up with you?" Kazuha inquired, returning his focus to rinsing the dishes Kunikuzushi had just brought in.

"What?"

"It would explain the mood."

"T'fuck would you even know?" Kunikuzushi folded his arms and glared into Kazuha's neck, approaching and grabbing his shoulder to make Kazuha face him. "Does taking dick mean you understand women any fucking better?"

Letting his head fall and a breath leave his lips in a drawn out sigh, Kazuha considered everything he had ever gone through and recomposed himself.

"Just do the dishes, please," Kazuha said, putting his grievances to rest.

Then, as he turned to leave, Kunikuzushi grabbed his wrist and pushed Kazuha against the wall with a fistful of his shirt. "Then make m—"

Kazuha grabbed his wrist, twisted their positions, cornered Kunikuzushi with his back against the kitchen counter (for intimidation purposes), pressing his knuckles into the table on either side of the man's body. "What is with you?" Kazuha said.