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I swear, Hirako if you FUCKING carry me again, I'll kick your ass. I'm not some little damsel in distress and DEFINITELY not yours. And is that half-assed bet still on?
PARTY tomorrow. I'll be late.
Just before knocking on the door of the Sarugaki household, Hirako looked toward the window that belonged to Hiyori's room - there's a light on, and loud music could be heard, even from outside. Excellent. He knocked at the door and was let in by whomever answered... he could only guess this was one of Hiyori's relatives, or something. He is as quiet as possible about walking in.. even entering into Hiyori's room, staying out of her line of vision. From out of his jacket, he pulled out that lacy bra of her's... and by surprise, wrapped it around her chest from behind. "Good evening, Hiyori!"
Hiyori had had her eyes closed, the beat of Action Pact about to send her to sleep (she could sleep through anything). Well, before Hirako crossed the damn LINE. She turned, moving her arms with her body and slamming a fist into his jaw. "ASSHOLE! Who let you into my fucking room anyway?!" As she send this she snatched the bra out of his hands and tossed it underneath her bed. She was burning that FUCKING thing.
Hirako wouldn't open his mouth, for if he did, the punch could've made him chip a tooth. He stumbled back all the way until he slammed into the wall. A bit used to Hiyori's violence, he just rubbed at his jaw before speaking. "...Some woman... she your mom, or something?"
Hiyori glared in the general direction of the doorway, and stomped over to kick it shut. It did so with a loud thud, the walls vibrating for a few quick seconds. "Fucking aunt. Her stupid dog died or something so she came over here to sympathy. She's dependant as hell, stupid bitch." Now that the punch was over and done with, Hiyori was dropping the subject of the bra, for now, at least.
"Oh, that's too bad." Too bad for who, Hirako didn't specify. He stood up and strolled over to the bed, and laid right down upon it. He'd already ditched his shoes at the door. "Hiyo~ri, do you have any food?"
What the hell was she, his own fucking free buffet? "I'm not giving you SHIT," she warned, plopping herself down defiantly onto the teal carpet that covered the floor. "And don't make yourself so at home, asshole." Still, she didn't do a thing to move him.
"I'm just wondering...." How or why Hirako put up with Hiyori's... high-spiritfulness, to put the term nicely... is anyone's guess. Like anytime else, Hirako just grinned.. and looked over to her. "What, you don't like me visiting?"
It was always the same, this bickering that anyone else would have abandoned long ago. But for some reason neither of them tried to escape it, falling into the easy rhythm. "Psh, Hirako, you're such a pain in the fucking ass," she answered without really answering, her brow furrowing. She began digging through one of her various drawers and threw an object over at Hirako. "I'm only giving you this 'cause I don't like Snickers, alright?"
He held up his hand to catch the candy bar. "Well thank you, Hiyori!" Hirako opened the wrapper to the candy part way, before taking a bite. "So what were you doing before I got here?"
She swallowed a you're NOT fucking welcome and curtly replied, "Listening to music," instead. There was no way she was going to tell this asshole that- "Do you still have my Aqua CD? I want it BACK! You always fucking borrow shit and never give it the hell back."
He tapped his palm against the front of his forehead. "Drat! I'd forgotten it on my desk before I left." Hirako took another bite of the candybar. "D'you want to go back to my place to pick it up?"
"Let's go." Anything to get her out of this room. It was boring in this house with a tired mother and boring aunt and occasionally some guy wandering in claiming to be her father...The stereo shut off with a click and the silence that followed it was unnerving for Hiyori. "Are your parents home?"
At the door, Hirako slipped on his shoes and waited until the both of them were outside before she answered. "Un-uh. They're away for the week." It's why he'd been out of the house at this hour anyway. He slipped both of his hands into his jacket, not walking too fast for Hiyori.
"Maaan," she drawled loudly, not caring about the hour or the people possibly sleeping at this hour. Fuck 'em, they could get back to sleep. "I wish my mom would leave. Always fucking ON MY CASE. Says I'm too loud and VIOLENT. Yeah, whatever."
It was against her principles to tell Hirako he was walking too fast. She'd much rather work herself into a sweat keeping up or make him twist his ankle.
"Well, umm..." He hesitated to think about this before he even opened his mouth. Was this a good idea to say? Probably not, but Hirako hinted at it anyway. "... you are louder and more violent than most people in the school, aren't you...?"
Hiyori didn't like that answer. Was he AGREEING with her mom?! What the fuck? "Maybe they're too FUCKING QUIET and mellow. EVER THINK OF THAT?!" She jumped at the sound of a window snapping shut, but played it off as a extra long stride.
"I'm just saying..." Hirako bit upon his bottom lip. He's not saying a thing more. Lucky, his home wasn't that much of a walk away from Hiyori's. Picking out a set of keys from his pocket, he unlocked the front door and flipped on the lightswitch in the hallway, prying off his shoes at the enterance.
She kicked off the worn sneakers she'd slipped on at her house, not really caring where they landed or what other shoes they might have gotten dirty. Hirako's family knew her and her messes already. Without so much as an invitation, she led herself through his house to Hirako's room. "Where'd you hide the CD?"
Hirako caught up with her, squeezing past her while he proceeded into the trainwreck of a room. "Right here..." The CD was placed upon the desk, underneath a small flip-top cellphone. "You left your cellphone here, too." He sat down on the computer chair infront of the desk, and picked up the phone to show her. "I put a pretty-pretty pink glitter cellphone cover on for~ you~"
Hiyori snatched it from his hands onto to throw it at his head. Hard. "Fucking keep that shit, especially NOW. I never wanted one to begin with." Then tucking the CD into the small messenger bag she'd brought with her, she sat down on his bed, liking the squeaks the springs made. "You really need to CLEAN this place, man," she noted, surveying the room with a critical eye.
"Aaah!" The cellphone bounced off his head and dropped into some pile of laundry on the floor. Hirako leaned forward to cover his forehead, swaying from side to side in pain within his chair. "Yeah, yeah... I know... uhhg.."
Hiyori grinned, but it was more than just the usual quick flash of teeth. This was a victory grin, one that meant she'd won and she liked it, very much so. "Then why don't you? How can you FIND anything? I bet you smell."
"...Now?!" This wasn't an hour clean up. A mess this horrible would take an entire weekend to clean. Hirako stood up and walked across the room, leaning before Hiyori. RIGHT in front of her. "...I smell?! No way!"
Letting out a small hiss through clenched teeth, she leaned over herself, small nose pressed several centimeters too close to his neck. "Well, you don't smell good," she muttered. She rubbed her cheek nervously, as if trying to wipe off something bothersome.
"What," He backed up, only to flop over alongside Hiyori on the bed, shoving aside a pile of schoolbooks that sat upon the end of that bed. "Do I need to wear some of that... cologne stuff?" He placed his arms behind the back of head.
She chuckled lightly, and threw herself back onto the bed. "Nah, maybe you should try taking a shower every once in a while, though," she replied with a smirk. Hiyori liked this proximity as much as she enjoyed the fights and the sarcasm.
What she wasn't used to was getting red in front of him. What. The. Fuck. "That stuff's all shitty and tests on animals, anyway."
"Speaking of wearing things..." Hirako swung one leg over to cross at the other knee. He swayed his foot slightly, glancing over toward Hiyori. Is she actually turning red? He grinned wide. "What should I wear to that party on Friday, anyway?"
Snark, Hiyori, snark. "Wear nothing, if you dare." She snorted loudly to show she hadn't been serious. Please, why was he even THINKING about this? Wasn't important. Who the fuck would care what he wore. Man, Hirako was a weirdo.
"Hah!" Hirako could outdo that dare. "Only if you wear a miniskirt, Hiyori." If she even had one, which he kind of doubted. But then again, she did have that lacy little number of a bra...
Of course she reached over and threw the first thing she could get a hold of at him (what the hell was hair dryer doing on his bed? Did that shit belong in the BATHROOM?), but as she did so, Hiyori weighed the pros and the cons of the situation. She only had to wear a-FUCK NO....maybe....
Hey, sometimes he can't have the bathroom to himself. And sometimes, there just wasn't any room on the floor for anything else. But anyway, his arms were thrown over his head as he withered in pain from being hit. Again. "You'd have to shave your legs above the knees, though..."
More glaring was DEFINITELY in order. "I KNOW THAT IDIOT!" she growled, but managed to stop herself from hurling something else in his direction. "Just 'cause I don't wear fucking slut-wear doesn't mean I don't know HOW, asshole!"
Ohh, she's getting mad now. It won't be long before Hiyori makes the whole room into even more of a hellhole than it is at the current moment. "Hiyori~," Hirako moved his arms, one hand still rubbing at his forehead. "You look cute when you're angry~."
"GRAAGGHH!" she yelled, her savage little warcry as she threw herself onto him. He definitely wasn't going to catch the stupid little blush when she punching him, was he? She had one HELL of a right hook by this time.
Well, it was either Hirako's face or his belongings. Either one of them was going to get a savage beating. This time, his nose bled. He threw his arms infront of his face, crying out muffled. "I mean, I MEAN. Manly! NO NO, TOUGH. TOUGH!"
She retreated with a frown, the victory grin nowhere to be seen. "Better. Fuck knows I don't give a shit about cute." She tossed a red shirt she spotted on the floor over at him. "Clean the fuck up." Yeah, that's about the kindest she'd ever get.
Hirako took the red shirt and just covered his entire face with that. He remained silent, but not for very long. "You know when you threw yourself on me? That was hot."
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" she yelled, this time just too goddam PISSED to throw a punch of even a half-assed kick. "Why the FUCK do you keep saying this SHIT. GOD. It's NOT FUCKING FUNNY, okay?!"
She took it back. Of course Hiyori wasn't pissed enough not to throw something. This time she swung her messenger bag at his head, and it connected with a loud, painful thud.
"I thought you'd like the complime--UHF!" By now, his entire face is pretty much numb. Hirako grunted as the bag connected with his face. "Mhnm... you want me to just go get you a soda or something...?"
Hiyori sat herself down once more on the bed. Squeak. Squeak. "You go do that. Fucking HELL, you should KNOW I don't think it's funny that I don't have an attractive bone in my body, ALRIGHT?" Whenever Hiyori decided she wasn't too happy with herself, she'd find a reason to hate others more.
"I.. I didn't say that!" Hirako stood up and strolled out the door of his room. While he was at it, he'd wash up his face and get some gauze set on that bleeding nose of his. He fetched a cold soda from the refridgerator, and dutifully returned to Hiyori with that soda.
When he came strolling in, Hiyori's upper half was hanging off the edge of his bed, and an upside down version of his dog-eared Playboy magazine could be seen in her hands. She made special care to keep her expression neutral as she flipped from page to page to- "What the fuck is this?!"
There's no use lying to Hiyori. She had to know damn well what it is. She just wanted him to say it. Hirako stuffed his pinky finger into his ear and rubbed idly before admitting, "It's a porno-mag."
She glanced up (down?) at him from over the top of the magazine. "Duh. I'm not STUPID, Hirako. I meant this. I mean, tell me these CREATURES aren't considered BOOBS by the general population," she said loudly, turning the inside of the magazine towards him.
Hirako looked from the magazine, then toward Hiyori. He gave her a blank stare which just said, 'You'll probably hit me no matter what I'll say, so I'll just say absolutely nothing.'
Hiyori laughed, and flipped herself off the bed clumsily, her feet landing with two loud thuds against the floor. "See, I knew there was SOMETHING in that thick skull of yours." She tossed him the magazine with a bit pout. She didn't like looking at big breasted porn stars. They got wishing she was something she could never be, and that pissed her off more than anything else.
Hirako breathed a sigh of relief as he caught the magazine. It was tossed onto the stack of other magazines and manga books just sitting next to the desk in that room. In return, he just handed her that can of soda. "Hii~iyori, I'm kinda tired. You want to stay here, or should I just walk you home?" He didn't really care either way.
She yawned widely, making a show of it. It was just her way. "Man, I'm tired anyway. And I'm not gonna get RAPED or 'nething on my way home, GOD. Plus, but not some little DEFENSELESS girl that can't kick ass if I wanna." Hiyori picked up her bag, and made sure that CD was still in there. She didn't want to waste the trip.
"But, you don't want any company? I don't believe it." Hirako walked up from behind Hiyori, and just scooped her right off the ground and underneath his arm, even if she'd kick and scream about this for the entire trip. "Come on, let's get you home~"
"FUUUUCKER, LET ME DOOOOWNN!" she yelled, flinging her arms around dramatically. Hiyori would never, ever admit it, but this was like being in a shell, like a pearl all wrapped in whatever the fuck was in an oyster. Better than being everywhere, like a whip, flicking and snapping in the air. It got tiresome being so loud, but only sometimes.
"Forget it!" Hirako carried Hiyori the entire way home, risking both life and limb, carrying her shoes in the other hand. Once at the doorstep of her home, he set both shoes on the ground, and set Hiyori down so her feet slipped into the shoes. "Goodnight, Hiyori~!"
Hiyori looked up at him, always so DAMN tall, and hated the weird feeling that curled up in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't the princess, and feeling like she was just made it worse. "Go home, Hirako," she hissed, sounding almost kind, "and don't fucking steal my bras anymore. No matter how much you may want to see me without one." Then she pushed him outide and closed the door behind him, magnet smirk in place.
...and off Hirako went, not in any particular hurry to get home. Chances are, he'll just collapse on a pile of dirty laundry once he went inside his room.
PARTY tomorrow. I'll be late.
Just before knocking on the door of the Sarugaki household, Hirako looked toward the window that belonged to Hiyori's room - there's a light on, and loud music could be heard, even from outside. Excellent. He knocked at the door and was let in by whomever answered... he could only guess this was one of Hiyori's relatives, or something. He is as quiet as possible about walking in.. even entering into Hiyori's room, staying out of her line of vision. From out of his jacket, he pulled out that lacy bra of her's... and by surprise, wrapped it around her chest from behind. "Good evening, Hiyori!"
Hiyori had had her eyes closed, the beat of Action Pact about to send her to sleep (she could sleep through anything). Well, before Hirako crossed the damn LINE. She turned, moving her arms with her body and slamming a fist into his jaw. "ASSHOLE! Who let you into my fucking room anyway?!" As she send this she snatched the bra out of his hands and tossed it underneath her bed. She was burning that FUCKING thing.
Hirako wouldn't open his mouth, for if he did, the punch could've made him chip a tooth. He stumbled back all the way until he slammed into the wall. A bit used to Hiyori's violence, he just rubbed at his jaw before speaking. "...Some woman... she your mom, or something?"
Hiyori glared in the general direction of the doorway, and stomped over to kick it shut. It did so with a loud thud, the walls vibrating for a few quick seconds. "Fucking aunt. Her stupid dog died or something so she came over here to sympathy. She's dependant as hell, stupid bitch." Now that the punch was over and done with, Hiyori was dropping the subject of the bra, for now, at least.
"Oh, that's too bad." Too bad for who, Hirako didn't specify. He stood up and strolled over to the bed, and laid right down upon it. He'd already ditched his shoes at the door. "Hiyo~ri, do you have any food?"
What the hell was she, his own fucking free buffet? "I'm not giving you SHIT," she warned, plopping herself down defiantly onto the teal carpet that covered the floor. "And don't make yourself so at home, asshole." Still, she didn't do a thing to move him.
"I'm just wondering...." How or why Hirako put up with Hiyori's... high-spiritfulness, to put the term nicely... is anyone's guess. Like anytime else, Hirako just grinned.. and looked over to her. "What, you don't like me visiting?"
It was always the same, this bickering that anyone else would have abandoned long ago. But for some reason neither of them tried to escape it, falling into the easy rhythm. "Psh, Hirako, you're such a pain in the fucking ass," she answered without really answering, her brow furrowing. She began digging through one of her various drawers and threw an object over at Hirako. "I'm only giving you this 'cause I don't like Snickers, alright?"
He held up his hand to catch the candy bar. "Well thank you, Hiyori!" Hirako opened the wrapper to the candy part way, before taking a bite. "So what were you doing before I got here?"
She swallowed a you're NOT fucking welcome and curtly replied, "Listening to music," instead. There was no way she was going to tell this asshole that- "Do you still have my Aqua CD? I want it BACK! You always fucking borrow shit and never give it the hell back."
He tapped his palm against the front of his forehead. "Drat! I'd forgotten it on my desk before I left." Hirako took another bite of the candybar. "D'you want to go back to my place to pick it up?"
"Let's go." Anything to get her out of this room. It was boring in this house with a tired mother and boring aunt and occasionally some guy wandering in claiming to be her father...The stereo shut off with a click and the silence that followed it was unnerving for Hiyori. "Are your parents home?"
At the door, Hirako slipped on his shoes and waited until the both of them were outside before she answered. "Un-uh. They're away for the week." It's why he'd been out of the house at this hour anyway. He slipped both of his hands into his jacket, not walking too fast for Hiyori.
"Maaan," she drawled loudly, not caring about the hour or the people possibly sleeping at this hour. Fuck 'em, they could get back to sleep. "I wish my mom would leave. Always fucking ON MY CASE. Says I'm too loud and VIOLENT. Yeah, whatever."
It was against her principles to tell Hirako he was walking too fast. She'd much rather work herself into a sweat keeping up or make him twist his ankle.
"Well, umm..." He hesitated to think about this before he even opened his mouth. Was this a good idea to say? Probably not, but Hirako hinted at it anyway. "... you are louder and more violent than most people in the school, aren't you...?"
Hiyori didn't like that answer. Was he AGREEING with her mom?! What the fuck? "Maybe they're too FUCKING QUIET and mellow. EVER THINK OF THAT?!" She jumped at the sound of a window snapping shut, but played it off as a extra long stride.
"I'm just saying..." Hirako bit upon his bottom lip. He's not saying a thing more. Lucky, his home wasn't that much of a walk away from Hiyori's. Picking out a set of keys from his pocket, he unlocked the front door and flipped on the lightswitch in the hallway, prying off his shoes at the enterance.
She kicked off the worn sneakers she'd slipped on at her house, not really caring where they landed or what other shoes they might have gotten dirty. Hirako's family knew her and her messes already. Without so much as an invitation, she led herself through his house to Hirako's room. "Where'd you hide the CD?"
Hirako caught up with her, squeezing past her while he proceeded into the trainwreck of a room. "Right here..." The CD was placed upon the desk, underneath a small flip-top cellphone. "You left your cellphone here, too." He sat down on the computer chair infront of the desk, and picked up the phone to show her. "I put a pretty-pretty pink glitter cellphone cover on for~ you~"
Hiyori snatched it from his hands onto to throw it at his head. Hard. "Fucking keep that shit, especially NOW. I never wanted one to begin with." Then tucking the CD into the small messenger bag she'd brought with her, she sat down on his bed, liking the squeaks the springs made. "You really need to CLEAN this place, man," she noted, surveying the room with a critical eye.
"Aaah!" The cellphone bounced off his head and dropped into some pile of laundry on the floor. Hirako leaned forward to cover his forehead, swaying from side to side in pain within his chair. "Yeah, yeah... I know... uhhg.."
Hiyori grinned, but it was more than just the usual quick flash of teeth. This was a victory grin, one that meant she'd won and she liked it, very much so. "Then why don't you? How can you FIND anything? I bet you smell."
"...Now?!" This wasn't an hour clean up. A mess this horrible would take an entire weekend to clean. Hirako stood up and walked across the room, leaning before Hiyori. RIGHT in front of her. "...I smell?! No way!"
Letting out a small hiss through clenched teeth, she leaned over herself, small nose pressed several centimeters too close to his neck. "Well, you don't smell good," she muttered. She rubbed her cheek nervously, as if trying to wipe off something bothersome.
"What," He backed up, only to flop over alongside Hiyori on the bed, shoving aside a pile of schoolbooks that sat upon the end of that bed. "Do I need to wear some of that... cologne stuff?" He placed his arms behind the back of head.
She chuckled lightly, and threw herself back onto the bed. "Nah, maybe you should try taking a shower every once in a while, though," she replied with a smirk. Hiyori liked this proximity as much as she enjoyed the fights and the sarcasm.
What she wasn't used to was getting red in front of him. What. The. Fuck. "That stuff's all shitty and tests on animals, anyway."
"Speaking of wearing things..." Hirako swung one leg over to cross at the other knee. He swayed his foot slightly, glancing over toward Hiyori. Is she actually turning red? He grinned wide. "What should I wear to that party on Friday, anyway?"
Snark, Hiyori, snark. "Wear nothing, if you dare." She snorted loudly to show she hadn't been serious. Please, why was he even THINKING about this? Wasn't important. Who the fuck would care what he wore. Man, Hirako was a weirdo.
"Hah!" Hirako could outdo that dare. "Only if you wear a miniskirt, Hiyori." If she even had one, which he kind of doubted. But then again, she did have that lacy little number of a bra...
Of course she reached over and threw the first thing she could get a hold of at him (what the hell was hair dryer doing on his bed? Did that shit belong in the BATHROOM?), but as she did so, Hiyori weighed the pros and the cons of the situation. She only had to wear a-FUCK NO....maybe....
Hey, sometimes he can't have the bathroom to himself. And sometimes, there just wasn't any room on the floor for anything else. But anyway, his arms were thrown over his head as he withered in pain from being hit. Again. "You'd have to shave your legs above the knees, though..."
More glaring was DEFINITELY in order. "I KNOW THAT IDIOT!" she growled, but managed to stop herself from hurling something else in his direction. "Just 'cause I don't wear fucking slut-wear doesn't mean I don't know HOW, asshole!"
Ohh, she's getting mad now. It won't be long before Hiyori makes the whole room into even more of a hellhole than it is at the current moment. "Hiyori~," Hirako moved his arms, one hand still rubbing at his forehead. "You look cute when you're angry~."
"GRAAGGHH!" she yelled, her savage little warcry as she threw herself onto him. He definitely wasn't going to catch the stupid little blush when she punching him, was he? She had one HELL of a right hook by this time.
Well, it was either Hirako's face or his belongings. Either one of them was going to get a savage beating. This time, his nose bled. He threw his arms infront of his face, crying out muffled. "I mean, I MEAN. Manly! NO NO, TOUGH. TOUGH!"
She retreated with a frown, the victory grin nowhere to be seen. "Better. Fuck knows I don't give a shit about cute." She tossed a red shirt she spotted on the floor over at him. "Clean the fuck up." Yeah, that's about the kindest she'd ever get.
Hirako took the red shirt and just covered his entire face with that. He remained silent, but not for very long. "You know when you threw yourself on me? That was hot."
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" she yelled, this time just too goddam PISSED to throw a punch of even a half-assed kick. "Why the FUCK do you keep saying this SHIT. GOD. It's NOT FUCKING FUNNY, okay?!"
She took it back. Of course Hiyori wasn't pissed enough not to throw something. This time she swung her messenger bag at his head, and it connected with a loud, painful thud.
"I thought you'd like the complime--UHF!" By now, his entire face is pretty much numb. Hirako grunted as the bag connected with his face. "Mhnm... you want me to just go get you a soda or something...?"
Hiyori sat herself down once more on the bed. Squeak. Squeak. "You go do that. Fucking HELL, you should KNOW I don't think it's funny that I don't have an attractive bone in my body, ALRIGHT?" Whenever Hiyori decided she wasn't too happy with herself, she'd find a reason to hate others more.
"I.. I didn't say that!" Hirako stood up and strolled out the door of his room. While he was at it, he'd wash up his face and get some gauze set on that bleeding nose of his. He fetched a cold soda from the refridgerator, and dutifully returned to Hiyori with that soda.
When he came strolling in, Hiyori's upper half was hanging off the edge of his bed, and an upside down version of his dog-eared Playboy magazine could be seen in her hands. She made special care to keep her expression neutral as she flipped from page to page to- "What the fuck is this?!"
There's no use lying to Hiyori. She had to know damn well what it is. She just wanted him to say it. Hirako stuffed his pinky finger into his ear and rubbed idly before admitting, "It's a porno-mag."
She glanced up (down?) at him from over the top of the magazine. "Duh. I'm not STUPID, Hirako. I meant this. I mean, tell me these CREATURES aren't considered BOOBS by the general population," she said loudly, turning the inside of the magazine towards him.
Hirako looked from the magazine, then toward Hiyori. He gave her a blank stare which just said, 'You'll probably hit me no matter what I'll say, so I'll just say absolutely nothing.'
Hiyori laughed, and flipped herself off the bed clumsily, her feet landing with two loud thuds against the floor. "See, I knew there was SOMETHING in that thick skull of yours." She tossed him the magazine with a bit pout. She didn't like looking at big breasted porn stars. They got wishing she was something she could never be, and that pissed her off more than anything else.
Hirako breathed a sigh of relief as he caught the magazine. It was tossed onto the stack of other magazines and manga books just sitting next to the desk in that room. In return, he just handed her that can of soda. "Hii~iyori, I'm kinda tired. You want to stay here, or should I just walk you home?" He didn't really care either way.
She yawned widely, making a show of it. It was just her way. "Man, I'm tired anyway. And I'm not gonna get RAPED or 'nething on my way home, GOD. Plus, but not some little DEFENSELESS girl that can't kick ass if I wanna." Hiyori picked up her bag, and made sure that CD was still in there. She didn't want to waste the trip.
"But, you don't want any company? I don't believe it." Hirako walked up from behind Hiyori, and just scooped her right off the ground and underneath his arm, even if she'd kick and scream about this for the entire trip. "Come on, let's get you home~"
"FUUUUCKER, LET ME DOOOOWNN!" she yelled, flinging her arms around dramatically. Hiyori would never, ever admit it, but this was like being in a shell, like a pearl all wrapped in whatever the fuck was in an oyster. Better than being everywhere, like a whip, flicking and snapping in the air. It got tiresome being so loud, but only sometimes.
"Forget it!" Hirako carried Hiyori the entire way home, risking both life and limb, carrying her shoes in the other hand. Once at the doorstep of her home, he set both shoes on the ground, and set Hiyori down so her feet slipped into the shoes. "Goodnight, Hiyori~!"
Hiyori looked up at him, always so DAMN tall, and hated the weird feeling that curled up in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't the princess, and feeling like she was just made it worse. "Go home, Hirako," she hissed, sounding almost kind, "and don't fucking steal my bras anymore. No matter how much you may want to see me without one." Then she pushed him outide and closed the door behind him, magnet smirk in place.
...and off Hirako went, not in any particular hurry to get home. Chances are, he'll just collapse on a pile of dirty laundry once he went inside his room.