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Hiyoshi was leaning against the Hyotei bus, waiting for Jirou and Kabaji's match to finish. Inside the bus he could hear Shishido and Gakuto arguing, bitching at each other. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Hiyosh sighed. There was a reason Hiyoshi was waiting outside the bus, Shishido and Gakuto's bitching, and this way Hiyoshi could watch the losers as they streamed out. He was going to need to start prepping for next year, and it would be a good idea if he knew who was leaving the camp, and who was staying.
Hiyoshi smirked when a snarling, seaweed headed second year stalked past. "You lose, Rikkai?"
Kirihara's head snapped around, and he slammed Hiyoshi up against the bus. "Shut the fuck up, Hyotei." Kirihara's cheek was bleeding, and he had a bruise blooming at his temple. "Don't fucking talk to me, loser."
Hiyoshi was pinned by Hiyoshi's forearm pressing up against his throat, but it took very little effort to twist things around and pin Kirihara to the pavement.
Shishido stuck his head out of one of the bus windows. "You okay there, Wakashi?"
"I'm fine." Hiyoshi struggled with Kirihara, who was bucking and cursing and generally being a pain in the ass to keep down. "Just an argument, senpai."
Shishido disappeared back inside the bus, and Hiyoshi focused on getting Kirihara to stop fighting. Kirihara turned his head to the side, his eyes red around his bright green irises. "I'll crush you, Hyotei."
Hiyoshi smirked down at him. "Try it on the tennis courts, and don't be surprised when I kick your ass."
Hiyoshi smirked when a snarling, seaweed headed second year stalked past. "You lose, Rikkai?"
Kirihara's head snapped around, and he slammed Hiyoshi up against the bus. "Shut the fuck up, Hyotei." Kirihara's cheek was bleeding, and he had a bruise blooming at his temple. "Don't fucking talk to me, loser."
Hiyoshi was pinned by Hiyoshi's forearm pressing up against his throat, but it took very little effort to twist things around and pin Kirihara to the pavement.
Shishido stuck his head out of one of the bus windows. "You okay there, Wakashi?"
"I'm fine." Hiyoshi struggled with Kirihara, who was bucking and cursing and generally being a pain in the ass to keep down. "Just an argument, senpai."
Shishido disappeared back inside the bus, and Hiyoshi focused on getting Kirihara to stop fighting. Kirihara turned his head to the side, his eyes red around his bright green irises. "I'll crush you, Hyotei."
Hiyoshi smirked down at him. "Try it on the tennis courts, and don't be surprised when I kick your ass."