"Kamijou," Miyagi sighed, flicking his cigarette into the wastebasket. His subordinate sipped his coffee and braced himself for what appeared to be another senseless lecture. "How many times have I told you not to wear that stupid yellow sweater? You know fully well that it makes you look short because it's sleeves are puffy. Come to think of it, it makes your arms look chubby too! Especially when you wear another shirt underneath it. Honestly, Kamijou, if the image you're trying to portray is short and stout, you're doing a pretty damn good job of it. And what is with that color, too! Yellow, for one thing, reminds me of urine. But this color…it's almost light enough to resemble a processed custard treat of some kind. You don't find many stores, even fast food chains selling food like that, but if you look—"
Hiroki lowered his coffee, his eye twitching excessively. "Kyōju, perhaps at this time…" he paused to give an accentuated glare. "…I should pause to remind you of that scar on your left wrist."
"Eh?" Miyagi was caught off guard by that mention, and he lifted his sleeve. "Ah! Here it is…I believe it's here to stay! It's been there quite awhile now, I believe."
"Ah…do you remember how you obtained it in the first place?" Hiroki hissed, his scowl growing wider with each passing second.
"Hmm…well, I think, if I'm correct…it's been such awhile. Over a year now, I suppose. But I think…oh yes! Something—a hot beverage—spilled on it!"
"Correct, Kyōju!" Hiroki sarcastically exclaimed. "Do you remember what said hot beverage was?" When his superior failed to recall, he continued speaking. "It was coffee, Kyōju! Coffee that happened to be from this same brand." He pointed at his coffee mug. "FROM WHEN I SPILLED IT ON YOU FOR CRITICIZING MY SORRY ASS! AND YOU STILL DON'T LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES, DO YOU?"
There was a loud shatter, followed by two groans uttered from both literary professors. "Kamijou, perhaps you should go fetch some wipes and clean that up. We don't want the dean to see the shards."
As his coworker departed with a very mumbled "un," Miyagi couldn't help but grin.