Shino hands Kotetsu a baby praying mantis.
The next weird bug Shino handed him would be crushed within his grasp right in front of the Aburame’s eyes.
How did he keep falling for it?
Was he maybe starting to like this weird little ritual they shared now?
Whatever it was, he knew for certain that this tiny itty bitty partially translucent bug he had on the tip of his pinky finger at the moment didn’t deserve the wrathful death at the hand of the human megafauna known as Kotetsu.
He ponders it a moment, turning his hand around to look at it from every angle, the little bug responding by tippy tapping her tiny little claws in time to keep him in her sight.
Her front legs raise up, mimicking the crane pose, and Kotetsu can’t help but to raise his free hand up to mimic her.
She sways, hinged at her thorax, weight shifted to one side.
The chunin does the same, mimicking her as she shifts back to the other side, the two of them doing what he thought was communicating.
Back and forth they go like this, the seconds passing by as Kotetsu can’t help the massive grin on his face. He must look ridiculous but he couldn’t care any less— this was fun! And very, very silly.
It’s a good time with great vibes.
That is, until, the mantis has decided enough was enough and it was time to kill Kotetsu in ravenous cold blood after winning over his trust.
The betrayal is immaculate.
A grown man screams with all the terror of a five year old child being chased by a bloodsoaked clown revving a chainsaw. He runs like one too, hands patting down the front of his flak vest to swipe the bug that leapt at him. He shakes his hands and does a stupid little dance before seething through his teeth with an embarrassed growl.
“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOUR FREAKY LITTLE ASS TO
