(Y/N), the Ice Hashira, meets Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira. Can she put up with his smart ass? Will they be able to fight beside each other with no problems? Will anybody be catching feelings?
"Oi! The hell did you just say to me?"
"You heard...
“I’m sorry, but it appears that there’s only one room left,”
“No.”
“Yes…?”
“No.”
“Sir, I’m sorry, but-“
“No-“
Before anything else happened, I punched Muichiro’s arm. Currently we were at an inn, and apparently there’s only one room left. I don’t even see the damn problem with this! Why is it a big deal?!
“Stop fighting with the damn lady! If it bothers you that we’re sharing a room, then you can just take it!” I crossed my arms. He gave it a second in consideration.
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“Mmm, okay,” he agreed. THAT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!
“I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN THAT, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD SAY SOMETHING LIKE MAYBE ‘WOW, YOU’RE SO NICE, MAYBE I CAN SHARE’, BUT NOOOO, YOU’RE A PRICK INSTEAD!” I shouted, shoving my fingers in his chest repeatedly.
“Now why would I say that instead?” he tilted his head, tapping his chin.
“WE’RE SHARING THE DAMN ROOM, OKAY?!”
“We won’t be sharing anything if you keep screaming like that,” he collected the key from the shaky lady who was honestly really confused.
What an ass. I’ll just wait a while before I go in the room, hopefully he’ll be sleeping when I come back. I might as well just venture around the place, it’s not everyday you get sent to a clean, giant village.
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Walking down the stalls, I hummed to myself. An hour has passed by, and the only thing I’ve bought was a few boxes of strawberry mochi, and a golden bouncy ball, with some star designs on it. I thought it was cute to give to the Ubuyashiki children when I came back.
I walked back to the inn, walking past the counter lady, but then she called out to me.
“Ma’am, is your boyfriend paying for this…?” she nervously asked, trying to not get into a fight again. Wait, BOYFRIEND?!
“EW! DON’T CALL HIM THAT, LIKE EVER! HE’S LIKE A STEAMING HOT PILE OF GARBAGE!!!!”
