Low Key
She hated it when they did this.
Gangs, she thought, were supposed to keep low key, not draw unecessary attention to themselves more than they might already have done brawling on the street.
Flowers, microphones and huge banners reading 'Congratulations Mafuyu-san!' with a chorus of voices to back it up were not what she would call low key.
Kangawa was the instigator of these unseemly and annoying gatherings she was sure.
Being number two had its perks.
No matter how many times she asked, told, and flat out threatened him not to plan another 'Mafuyu-san Club' celebration, it always, always turned out exactly the same.
He always looked so pleased with himself, even through her yells of ''Cut this crap out now!'' and the inevitable chaos that would ensue when the childish joy of streamers and sparklers had worn thin and the testosterone would reach boiling point, leading to friendly scuffles and rowdiness.
If only they had a banchou; she would complain.
And so, the pointless celebrations continued to the point where Mafuyu only admonished him out of habit. Andhe kept smiling. And watching.
If she didn't know better, he almost seemed to be waiting for her approval.
He would be waiting a long time.
It was at one of his festivities she was taken away.
It was that celebration that would be their last.
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Please review if you feel the urge.
Haven't written Oresama in a long time, hope it was okay (wrote it very quickly I'm afraid).
Love this pairing.
