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009 ; shindou's sanity check [failed]

in which mizukawa minori and tetsukado get in a fight #thegirlsarefighting
ft. i know you like the back of my hand, or something
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you wander aimlessly through the spaceship, letting your mind drift to ridiculous thoughts as you often do. "i know you like the back of my hand," you mutter to yourself, stifling a giggle. "that saying could mean that someone's just really, really into someone's hand. imagine that— just, like, fawning over a hand." you laugh to yourself, probably looking a little deranged, but you're too deep in your own musings to even give two shits. you blame your thoughts on this damn spaceship, train lookin' thing.

as you continue down the hall, something catches your ear — voices raised in what sounds suspiciously like... arguing? you pause and tilt your head. mizukawa's calm, usually mysterious tone has a strange edge to it, and tetsukado's rough voice is answering back, definitely not pleased. not sigma.

you sidle closer to the open door and poke your head in, just in time to hear mizukawa say, "seriously, who taught you to punch? an inflatable dummy? even they'd be embarrassed."

tetsukado's eyes narrow, fists clenching at his sides. "you wanna say that again? just because you pretend to be calm and cool doesn't mean i can't see through your weird, wannabe delinquent act. try me."

mizukawa smirks, the usually serene look on her face twisting into something sharp and unrecognizable. "oh, please. coming from the guy who couldn't even hit the side of a barn in a boxing ring."

you stand there, trying not to laugh as their insults escalate from vague to weirdly specific. mizukawa sneers, "with that posture? you're practically begging for a fight. and that voice of yours — are you trying to scare someone or just sound like a constipated bear?"

tetsukado, face red with rage, bites back, "at least i don't look like a stick that accidentally got personality. what're you, some knock-off edgy character?"

you clear your throat, and they both turn, eyes narrowing at you.

"hey, don't stop on my account," you say, grinning.

mizukawa turninf back to him, practically snarling, lips curled in a mocking sneer. "at least i don't look like an overgrown, muscle-bound scarecrow."

"oh yeah?" tetsukado retorts, stepping closer and crossing his arms. "better that than some wannabe psychic who's as mysterious as a blank wall."

mizukawa rolls her eyes. "keep talking like that, boxer boy. one of these days, someone's gonna knock that attitude right out of you, and i hope i'm there to see it."

the insults keep flying, getting weirder and wilder by the second. something about his "hairstyle resembling a rooster after an electric shock" and her "total lack of expression that rivals a fish." honestly, it's impressive how creative they're getting with this. you're pretty content just watching, but then a gleefully chaotic thought strikes you.

"hey, hey, hey!" you interject, waving your hands to get their attention. "you two want to settle this? how about a boxing match?"

they stare, seemingly caught off guard by your casual suggestion.

"you're kidding, right?" tetsukado scoffs.

"nope!" you respond brightly, and with an impossible flair. they both turn to you, blinking in surprise. with a grin, you pull out two sets of boxing gloves. where did you even get those on a spaceship? don't ask. there are some things not even you can explain. aura too big i fear.

"come on, you both have a background in fighting, right? think of it as a... constructive team-building exercise. we're all stuck on this spaceship, anyway."