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RD: Going Down
"C'mon, pick up, pick up!"
"Hello?"
"Yukimura! Um . . . how's it?"
"Fine, I suppose, if you're talking about the visit you, Akaya and Niou were supposed to be a part of. Renji told me you guys might be a little late, but an hour is pushing it, don't you think? What're you three doing?"
"Oh . . . well . . . about that . . . haha . . . we were really only planning to be ten or so minutes late, promise!"
"But then?"
"Um, see, Akutagawa invited us to Atobe's house for some snacks and I couldn't resist, and I tried to, but then he said that weird Hyotei junior would be there, too. So then Akaya said he wanted to talk to the weird kid – damn, I'm gonna have to chat with him later about that – so we went 'cos, you know, I can resist Akutagawa, but Aka-chan? Ha . . . so like I was saying, we went and Niou tagged along for god knows what reason. Probably wanted to toilet paper some part of Atobe's house . . . mansion. Whatever."
"I see. Well, if Akaya wanted to go, I guess that's okay."
"Right. Okay, right, and we planned to steal some cakes for you since there were a lot of them, which we did."
"Did anything interesting happen?"
". . . Aka-chan flung a cake at Atobe's face."
"He . . ."
I'll make him run laps when he gets back.
"Accidentally, of course! Please tell fukubuchou not to make him run laps. He was just really absorbed in that conversation . . . he was having . . . with that weird kid . . . who I will also chat with later to find out what he plans to do with my boyfriend. And then he, Akaya's who we're talking about now, got excited and started throwing his arms around while holding his fork. That had cake. Which hit Atobe's face."
"Oh."
"Sorry."
"It's fine. Renji's teaching Gen a new way of meditating. It looks fun, actually."
"Really? That's great! Tell fukubuchou we wish him luck."
"Gen, they're wishing you luck."
I'd rather not receive it, knowing their luck.
"Aww, don't say that. They mean well. So what is this thing that you definitely don't want to, yet need to, say to me that you're stalling so much before you say it?"
". . . I knew it."
"Say it."
Ow! Niou-senpai, stop that!
"Hey, you bastard, you're hurting him. Yeah, well, we were at the top of the stairs then, saying goodbye to Akutagawa and the weird kid. Around that time, we were already fifteen minutes late for the visit, I think, and Akaya got this funny idea that, um . . ."
"Hm?"
". . . That, um . . . sliding down the banister would be quicker than walking down the stairs?"
"And I'm assuming you didn't stop him."
Come on, brat. Walk faster!
I'm not a donkey, senpai! Stop pulling meee!
"He was already a third of the way when we noticed! A-and . . . okay, I'm sorry. Really sorry. I'm never letting him out of my sight again."
Which is what you really want, isn't it?
"Shut up, Niou. Yukimura?"
"Is Akaya injured?"
"Sprained his left wrist, nothing too serious."
"Oh. Okay, that's good. Bring him to the hospital, just in case."
"Yeah, we're outside right now. We can visit you at your house tomorrow, right?"
I'm really sorry, buchou! I'll bring two cakes tomorrow 'cos Marui-senpai will probably eat one of 'em.
"Tell Akaya I'll see you three then. And take care not to make the sprain worse. And, Marui, look after him properly, okay?"
"Right. Sorry. I will."
"Tomorrow, then."
"Yeah, bye." Marui pocketed his mobile and grinned. "I knew Akaya would get us out of trouble," he said triumphantly.
Akaya pouted at that. "I feel used."
"Get used to it. It's not gonna change anytime soon," Niou quipped.
"That's mean, senpai."
