Rough-edged
The Naminori school isn't anything special.
[Dino, Hibari - gen]
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The Namimori school isn't anything special. It's a dull building, nothing out of ordinary, just a few floors, a simple layout and a flat roof. A hard roof made of boring grey concrete, now speckled with blood.
Dino wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins. It hurts, but not as much as his bruised ribs and bleeding knuckles. He scraped the latter on the concrete, barely escaping Kyoya's tonfa, and the red lines are just centimetres from his feet.
He thinks he may understand why Kyoya wants to do this here. The place is secluded and the view is quite nice, and the roof is burning hot under the sun. Dino is grateful for his shoes and their thick soles: in bare feet, standing still would be impossible.
Come to think of it, Namimori is a lot like Kyoya. Hard and unforgiving, and yet so full of life. Dino doesn't mind bleeding on it, but he's damn well going to make sure that most of the splashes won't be his.
