Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.
Summary: When you're defenseless or trembling with fear, there's nothing left to do but surrender…or let someone else do the job.
Surrender
Black beady eyes regarded two boys warily.
They were quivering at the corner of the room as if trying to get as far as possible from where the owner of the eyes is.
"It's looking at us, Recca." The taller of the two whispered shakily.
"Shut up, Domon!" The other one, with spiky black hair, whispered back in annoyance. "Just don't make unnecessary movements or it will definitely attack us!"
"Okay, so here's what we're going to do, I—"
"What the hell are you, guys, doing?"
"Fuuko! Save us!" The two scrambled to their feet and quickly hid behind the purple head girl who just entered the room.
"And you call yourselves men."
Recca grinned cheekily.
"Well, between the three of us, you have always been more manly, Fuuko." He said, placing his hands on the back of his head.
Fuuko's eyebrow twitched.
"Um, Recca?" Domon started to say.
Twitch, twitch.
Seconds later, a high-pitched scream resonated.
Recca hardly reacted.
He just lied there on the floor with swirling eyes where he fainted when Fuuko threw the dead cockroach at him.