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[indent][indent][color=gray]Ryuunosuke has never been stabbed before in his life, unless you count the time a senbon went roughly three centimeters into the skin of his calf. Still, Ryuunosuke can do some guesswork – it probably felt sharp, sudden, and exactly like Mirai’s boney shoulder digging into him. Ryuunosuke sharply inhaled at the sensation before letting out a tired huff that he hopes expressed his utter exasperation over Mirai’s uncharacteristic behavior.

[b][color=26bd7b]“Nice.”[/color][/b] He said sarcastically in Mirai’s direction before flopping onto the ground with the force of an elephant ready for a daytime nap. “Kameyo-sensei, Mirai is being mean.” He tattled, not putting in enough effort to sound like he cared. Not that it mattered, Kameyo-sensei would ignore him anyways.

Ryuunosuke wasn’t much of a listener when it came to Kameyo’s little tidbits. He tended to tune them out, but he understood the gist of this one – any day you could die, don’t waste it. Ryuunosuke scoffed at the idea. Whether someone wasted it or not is up to their discretion; sometimes just existing isn’t wasteful, it just is. Not every one can be a hero, there has to be innocent nobodies that the hero can say.

[b][color=26bd7b]“Well, sensei, I can’t say I’m surprised I’m going first, after all –“[/color][/b] Kameyo cleared her throat pointedly. [b][color=26bd7b]“Sensei, don’t worry so much. Life is, whether you accomplish shit or not.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=d19fe8]“Answer the question, Ryuu.”[/color][/b] Kameyo rebutted.

Truth is, Ryuunosuke didn’t feel comfortable [i]admitting[/i] he had goals beyond being an absolute nuisance to his teammates. It would humanize him too much and his teammates would start to think he’s fallible, like every other person. Lazy perfection is the type of image Ryuunosuke would like to project, not the weak cruddy human that he is. His dream is to be recognized, seen by all of the clan, and it would be too pathetic to say it aloud.

[b][color=26bd7b]“To be the next Tanikage, or something.”[/color][/b] Ryuunosuke says, offhandedly. Kameyo gives his a stern look, a look that makes his face crack into a frown, a glance that told him that Kameyo knew he was lying. [b][color=26bd7b]“Er, I guess my clan appreciating how fuckin’ cool I am would be a good steppingstone to becoming Tanikage.”[/color][/b]

Ryuunosuke doesn’t care about becoming Tanikage at all, but big aspirations fit a perfect person.

[b][color=d19fe8]“Now, Suzuki.”[/color][/b][/color][/indent][/indent]