i can fix that
ryohiba
ryohei's solution to someone trying to take what's his. and appropriation of catchphrases.
hibari scowled. the boy sitting in front of him- for that's what he was, a boy, even if he was hibari's sempai- squirmed awkwardly on the mat in the gym, where he had asked hibari to meet. and, even if he was above society, hibari had decided that he could take some time out of his busy, protecting namimori schedule to meet with this delusional child. after approximately five minutes of utter silence, hibari stood and stalked out of the gym, passing a bewildered sasagawa ryohei (who had arrived for boxing practice).
the next day, word spread that tachibana from class 3A was in the hospital.
cold steel pressed against ryohei's throat, but he could only laugh.
"that was... extremely unnecessary," hibari said, trying his best to hold his glare.
"what can i say!" ryohei laughed, fingers sneaking ever so furtively up the back of hibari's sweater. "he challenged me to a match in practice! i had absolutely no choice but to bite him to death."
[end]