Always With You (Caejose)

My Hands are Tied

Idea credits to  Gay_Italian and Animeandyaoilover- thanks guys UwU

....Joseph POV....

I wobbled on the top of the pole, arms out to either side as it shifted suddenly in the wind. 

"Maybe if you'd stop cazzeggiare," a sour voice came from my right, "you'd actually get somewhere."

I glanced over, lips pinched in an annoyed pout as I watched him. He was the exact opposite to my blundering, waving motions, maintaining a steady pose on the top of the pole. He moved with it, his hamon sparking at the tip of the metal before dispersing further down. 

"Maybe if you'd stop mocking me for my inexperience," I mimicked, "I wouldn't hate you as much as I do."

One emerald eye peered open, dull with distaste. His arms were crossed, fingers digging into his bicep in a physical suppression of annoyance.

His headband waved in the wind as his pole took a deep dip. He was unconcerned, quietly adjusting to the position without a second thought. 

"Keep this up, cazzo," he spat, "and you'll be dead before you can even land a single hit."

My lips thinned, pressing together at the sudden reminder of my impeding fate. It only lasted a moment before I perked up, giving him a smirk. 

His eyes flashed as he prepared himself for whatever I was about to spit at him, though we were interrupted by a sudden jerking of the poles beneath us. My gaze snapped down as Caesar opened both eyes, brows pinching together. 

And we both watched as the bottom of our poles shifted, detaching from the base. And they tipped. 

Within an instant, we'd shared a panicked look. All arguments were forgotten as we both let go of the top, sliding down as they tipped dangerously to either side. 

A few feet from the bottom, hamon surged, slowing the slide and allowing us to land safely.

I stood there for a few moments, watching as the pole tipped to the side, falling into the waves of the ocean with a quiet splash.

How they were going to put it back up was beyond me.

...

The other exercises of the next two days passed in a somewhat familiar fashion. A pattern was beginning to develop, and one that I was not liking. 

Because whatever we were doing, whether it be fighting, or working on stamina as we dangled from some precipice on the island, suddenly became twice as difficult when one of us opened our mouths to let out a scathing remark. 

After a particularly hard bout involving sharks and twenty pound weights, I found myself dripping wet in front of a very displeased coach.

She was silent as she glanced between us, towering over us, as we were both on our knees. As if we were children to be punished. 

Caesar's head was bowed, whether from exhaustion or reverence I wasn't sure. Knowing the suck-up, it was likely the latter.

Eventually, she let out a puff of her cigarette. I glanced up, risking a peek at her eyes to gauge her emotions.

As usual, I couldn't get a read on her behind the tinted glasses.

Another breath. Then, finally,

"I'm extremely displeased with how you've been acting."

Caesar was still silent, hands limp in his lap. He was waterlogged, a pool forming beneath him. His hair was cast a shade of light brown, headband limp against his broad shoulders.