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Tamura's POV
I sat on the cemented stair with my head in my oddly dry palms. God dammnit. I didn't fucking mean to say that shit to him. Sigh- guess I'm just destined for fucking failure at this point. I felt Toono's big ass eyes on me, and for what? I didn't do shit to him— but he better stop looking at me before I give him something to look at. His own damn dick pinned to the wall. After a couple minutes, I lifted my heavy head ONLY to return a glare at that brown haired shit. Tch. See how much he likes it.
"What do you want, asshole?" I looked the kid up and down, resting my skull in my hand. Toono seemed confused by my vulgar word choice. But he knew exactly who the fuck he was dealing with. And on top of that, he was fucking judging me. A growl erupted from my throat as I grabbed the collar of his button-up shirt and pulled him close to my face, receiving a yelp from his end.
"Stop fucking judging me, you idiot!" I huffed, pulling the collar closer together, slightly choking the brunette.
"I- judging you?! I wasn't judging you!" Toono replied frantically, waving his hands in front of his face, attempting to block his face from any possibly punches I would be sending his way.
"Tch. Yeah, likely story! Then what were you doing staring at me like that, eh?!"
"I- I just- I just found it funny that you don't know how to flirt."
"THAT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO- WHAT?! I'm Tamura Yui! I know how to fucking flirt!" I yelled. Y'know, Toono has some damn nerve to tell ME that I couldn't fucking flirt.
"The fuck is wrong with you?! I can get with anyone as I damn well please! There are loads of bitches that would stab someone to date me!"
"But that's— that's not the issue buddy.."
Toono's POV
Seeing Tamura try to flirt with Yacchan was so pitiful to look at. Borderline painful. Anyone could tell that he has no idea on how to flirt. He's lucky he has the looks of a blue crayon on steroids. He's hot and all, but he can't talk game for ✨doodie✨. He's lucky we aren't in some harem anime at some rich school who flirt for a living. Thank god, right? I kind of feel bad for the guy honestly. He's trying his hardest, he just doesn't know how to portray his feelings correctly. But of course with his stubborn attitude, he would never admit such a thing.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't hit me! I'm just saying, I think you might need some help!" I said, scrunching up into a ball, blocking my face.
"Help? What type of help you thinking of here?" Tamura raised an eyebrow, launching me back first onto the concrete.
"Dammit Tamura, learn how to put me down gently." I grunted, sitting back up as I rubbed my back.
"Keep talking about this help Brunette Shit." Well Jesus- give me a minute will you?! I sighed at Tamura's fixation on my comment before I addressed him.
