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Short Pass: Bruise

That was the last straw.

They were walking back to Habashira and their units of transportation when Hiruma saw it.

"Fucking manager, what the hell did you do to your arm?" She had been rubbing it ever since she and the fucking shrimp had gotten back but now out in the sunshine—

"Ah! Mamori-neechan!"

"Mukyaa! What happened?"

The manager flushed in embarrassment at all the attention. "It's nothing, really—" There was a faint bruise at the back of one of her biceps but that was nothing compared to the now rather livid marks of a thumb and four fingers in the same area. She had obviously been grabbed and then likely thrown by someone.

"Oh no…." Sena had one of those guilty looks on his face again. "It must have been when I…"

"MUKYA? You did this to Mamori?"

"No!"

Before the fucking monkey could tackle the fucking shrimp, the fucking manager hurriedly sketched out what happened when she went to help Sena find his student planner. She tried to gloss over where she had been hurt by praising Sena for his attempt to help her, but Hiruma still went cold inside when she described who the attacker was.

"He had sunglasses and long hair in dreadlocks—"

Hiruma and Kurita looked at each other. "Agon," the quarterback spat. Well, that figured that the fucking dread was responsible for this. The bastard went for anything pretty and female, and the manager certainly qualified.

"I'm sorry, Mamori-neechan, I should have been quicker—"

"No, its okay. I'm proud of you for trying to stand up for me!"

"You better get that looked at when we get back," said Kurita mournfully.

"It's just a bruise—"

"it's not just a fucking bruise," Hiruma snapped. "Don't be a fucking idiot and go to the fucking infirmiary."

Everyone stared at him and he picked up the pace so they had to scramble after. That fucking dread. It wasn't that he was mad that the fucking manager got hurt. It's not that he liked her or anything. But after Kurita…this was the last time. The absolute last time he was going to allow that fucking dread to do anything he fucking well liked.

The quarterback's trigger finger twitched. Agon is fucking dead.