It's uncomfortable watching Uta and Tsukyama staring each other down. The whole room has gone silent whilst you watch the whole situation unravel. You're afraid that the fight - whatever form it may take - will get out of hand but you're also utterly interested too. You've always thought Uta was someone you wouldn't want to get on the bad side of. Tsukyama, on the other hand, is very open but you've seen how he darts from place to place silently but swiftly - this means he'll most likely run away.
"Regret what?" Tsukyama says to Uta, shrugging his arms with a smirk.
"You know exactly what you'll regret," Uta mutters quietly, "showing your face here again." With that he takes his hand, clenches it into a tight fist and throws a punch at full force at Tsukyama's chest. Tsukyama stumbles back as he puts an arm over his chest. His face has clear pain on it but he masks it with a smile.
"They're punching," Kaneki comments as if that is the most interesting thing going on.
Tsukyama doesn't retaliate Uta's attack with a long speech or shouting. He goes straight in with a kick to Uta's lower left leg. Uta knows what Tsukyama's doing and is able to lift his leg up just in time. Unfortunately, Tsukyama's foot catches Uta's right leg instead.
Uta tries to regain balance and falls backwards onto your bed. He uses this to his advantage and lifts his leg up to kick Tsukyama in the chest.
Before the fight could progress any further, Kaneki stands up and pushes the two men away from each other. "No fighting. You're all supposed to be here to speed up (Y/N)'s recovery. If you're going to fight, go beat each other up elsewhere."
Uta scowls at Tsukyama and walks off. You hear the door shut behind him. After, Tsukyama looks at you with pity and walks away too. You're left alone in your room with Kaneki.
There's nothing you want to say so you ask him the one question that's been on your mind:
"Can I have a cup of tea?"
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