You will never be a real Koji

Shinohara's weirdest encounter (PART 3)

(That day)

(Ike POV)

I'm alright, okay? It's just... nothing... my left hand is fine, at least I can move, grab stuff or reach my ear or eye with it, what's her problem?! This uggo just wants to make a big deal about it! We may be friends who argue sometimes and I may have spent a lot of relatively peace time with her and saved her from that Komiya bastard, but we didn't say it was a date. Maybe I am just tsundere-ing, I'll admit I'm the harsher type of tsundere if that's the case though.

(Present)

(Ike POV)

How did Ayanokoji and the others even know I'm bandaged? Shinohara the uggo must have told someone or somehow relayed the news about my shoulder being injured. I know I did react irrationally with a tendency to stab eyes with my pencil, but at least I'm learning how to aim with my other arm that I don't write using. This shouldn't happen if that uggo didn't kick me off and tried to kill me. I tried not to show any worry or discomfort in front of Shinohara, while trying to aim at her eye to shut her up. I have to skip 2 hours of sleep just to do this, and maybe live with what happens if I really stab her eye this time.

(3rd person POV)

"What did you do to tell someome? Now I have to live with this awkward shit, if anything."

"Crazy bastard, I wouldn't tell Karuizawa-san or Hirata-kun such trivial stuff."

Shinohara did not bring an outerwear to insulate herself from the A.C. at though 18°C, would be a trouble for anyone who wore thin clothes. Her nose felt a bit sour and some tears were forming in her eyes due to the cold, either from the A.C. or from Ike's attitude. To see she could be once again toe-to-toe with Ike, she used a comeback attack, which was unexpectedly a simple question.

"You're the most tsundere I met, like you can't afford to hide your vulnerable injured state or even bandages, if I assume? Not saying this to distract, but if you really extend the lead into my eye I don't feel like stopping you or reporting, you know? You should kinda fix your bandages if you don't want me to see it, they're drooping."

Ike had came out of the bath around 30 minutes before Shinohara arrived, so it made sense the bandages were wounded in a hurry, with no time for proper antiseptics.

"Hmm...? Nice observation but would you stop staring at my arm? It's not as bad already, see?"

Readers probably expected Ike saying he was not tsundere, but because he had a whirlpool romance with Shinohara and was reluctant. Nope, broke-the-scale level tsundere (where Shinohara is on the scale dosen't matter anymore) he was and admitted it. Without leaving the kneeling position, he retracted the pencil from her eye and outstretched his other hand to flick her face. Basically switching arms to attack. At this rate, it could hurt his already injured arm like hell, feeling like banging his fingers against something hard. Shinohara fell from her seating position, got up and reached a hand to her face to touch her forehead, while Ike let his injured arm rest a while since it was hundredfold harder to move that arm.

"o-Oww..."

"Told you, idiot!"

Shinohara pouted again, berating Ike for hitting her. He was really an idiot, he should not use his injured arm at all costs to recover at the fastest possible even if a situation calls for it.

"What the hell?! Gosh that hurts!"

Ike lost his cool composure and became heatedly angry. They had their usual argument the entire night and wasted another hour of their sleep. When they were done, it was 2:45pm and Shinohara left.

"Jeez, stop wasting my sleep..."

(END)

A/N: This one sucks already I didn't plan anything to write this. I promise the Hashimoto fanfic would be worse than this and truly cringier and OOC.