Fumio Hari Kouineji & Souta Fushimaru
"Ahh... fuck" Souta held his right wrist with his left hand while looking at the glass shards embedded into his right palm. "Fuck! This hurts!" "Oh stop moaning child, this is what you get for being hot-headed and smashing my glass. Did you seriously expect to come away from that unharmed?" Fumio crossed his arms and smirked, looking at Souta's bloody hand with a side-glance. "Wow, they look pretty deep" "HEY! You were talking shit!" "I was saying it as it is, you just got all sensitive about it. I must of hit a nerve or something~" Fumio chuckled. "I'm STILL older than you Kazuhiko you twat! I will not hesitate to kill you!" Souta growled dangerously, causing Fumio to only chuckle more. "Bring it on, that'll give me an excuse to torture your ass... Again~" He smirked. "Uhh! Just shut the fuck up and get me healed already!" "Relax, we're her-Aya?" Fumio and Souta strolled into the Squad four barracks to find Aya on the floor. She looked fine... But Fumio had a funny feeling about this. He walked closer to Aya and crouched down. "Are you Okay Aya?" He asked with concern. "Oh wonderful, devil woman again..." Souta muttered sarcastically, mainly due to his mood being foul, not meaning anything by the empty statement.