"I'm fucking helping asshole! Stop being a stubborn little bitch all your life!" Aoi yells, keeping her body against the door leading to the outside. Her hatred and anger clouding her vision and common sense.
Shiromi says nothing, looking away for once, the nasty wound she got now scarred over like a permanent reminder of what her health is like.
Aoi says nothing, watching her with slight curiosity, unsure of her sudden submissive behaviour. Even when aoi glances at the smaller girl's face, nothing but a void of cold null emotionaless glare looks back.
What the fuck. Why is she suddenly acting so damn cold!? I didn't do shit! Ugh. Why am I even wasting time anymore with this little fucking shit.
Aoi pauses, and sighs, opening the door, whilst grabbing shiromis weak shoulder.
"Ow fucking bitch! That hurts!" Shiromi snaps, shocking the normally emotionaless enforcer, a look of pure shock wipes over her face as shiromi tosses her hand away, staggering outside.
Aoi doesn't move, still holding the door handle, her grip turning her fist white. Jaw slightly agape, aoi watches shiromi walk away, out of her surprisingly good view.
She insulted me? Well tried to, but what the fuck. She never swears, let alone snap at anyone like that. She seemed fine during the weekend, just, extremely quiet..... Wait no, she's never quiet. Unless she's planning something.
Aoi snaps into the now, shaking her head slightly as if that helps in some way, and jogs to where shiromi is carefully walking down the pathway, knowing she's being followed.
"Oi! Short stack hold your sorry ass up!" Aoi yells, catching up to her with ease, yet doesn't try to ask any questions or even attempt a conversation.
So instead they awkwardly walk down the street, aoi keeping a eye out against anything that moves, catching shiromi's unfazed glance, not enough to let you know she's watching, but enough to reach a small smirk to her face.
"Having the time of your life there?" Shiromi says, sounding sarcastic like always.
Aoi jolts and is about to just slap the treasurer against the head for being a little bitch; instead, she shrugs and says nothing, hands stuffed into her blazer pockets.
Shiromi snickers, the same sandpaper noise resonating underneath. Yet, she feels no pain, leaving the smarter girl confused.
Aoi suddenly grabs her shoulder and yanks her slightly closer, narrowing her sight against the deliquents. They don't even notice the two, as they cross the road, walking their own separate way.
Meanwhile shiromi says nothing, except the slight pained yelp, she just stops with aois arm wrapped around her back, basically crushing her.
"Jeez eyepatch, 'your in my personal space.'" shiromi mocks, as aoi watches the deliquents before looking back over at shiromi.
"Aight turtle bitch." Aoi repiles, letting go, and playfully shoving shiromi forwards. Placing her hand back into her pocket, she shakes her head, hiding the tiny smirk, as shiromi whines like a five year old about whatever.
Even though she's a pain in everyone's side. She's actually a fucking human. Unlike the others. Glasses basically a non yandere ayano, and akane..... Eh forget it dipshit, akane ain't anything cept a airheaded bitch.
Aoi walks slightly behind shiromi, unsure of why she has this encroaching fear on her back. Whilst keeping the same deadpanned annoyed look, she questions heavily inside, making sure shiromi doesn't pick up on any cues whatsoever.
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the luck of the tiger( Dis Continued)
Fanfiction(yes. this is a ryugoshi cause idk) I need mental help I swear. le plot: a few weeks, and everything seems fine. the council see only ayano as a problem. but, as if the timer had ran out, shiromi suddenly gains a mythical disease only told in folkl...
