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"Harsh you say." Like the ticking of a time bomb, Hyuuga fixed the placement of his glasses. Eyes digging holes into Aomine’s head. Harsh he says. Harsh he will get. "All you damned first years waltzing around like you own the damn place. THAT’S WHAT.”

Regret, he could feel the others hues drilling into his skin, the heat of irritation much warmer than his own usual spite. So much so, that he took a step back. He had heard of Seirins Captin, his extreme feelings, short fuse. Why did Daiki stop, usually at a time like this he would have ignored a comment, kept walking. But honestly, he was a little too far in to do that now.

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                        He blinked as he saw the other drop                         something, then without hesitation,                         walked over to help them pick up their                         things. “Here you go.” ღ

    How embarrassing. Not that the blue ace was exactly prideful, but still,     dropping most of his basket ball kit onto the pavement was ridicule for anyone,     especially toiling through it. Of course, he looked like the type to shove clothing     into a bag, but Daiki had respect for his gear, one of the few things he kept     neat. Taking his sneaker from the other he placed it softly on the top of the     folded pile. 

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"I hope you step on a lego every day for the rest of your life.”

    The tinge of irritation he had grown accustomed to       hiding seemed to fall, brow twitching in both aggravation      and fear both. Taking a brief moment of hesitation Daiki      concealed his fear with a gulp and taking the opportunity      then to speak. 

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( Caesar || Rise / Dawn of The Planet of The Apes. )

Ridicule. That is what he felt. Enraged and frustrated like any other ape, like any average ape. Being forced into a cage, the cold metal bars concealing the freedom he craved, the freedom which Caesar deserved. ' Stupid monkey. ' It fueled him, enraged him more each day as the other apes simply accepted those words, as if they were nothing. As if they didn't understand. One day they would, they would hear the words which he could hear, the spite in the tone of the humans, how looked down upon they were as apes, as if they were insignificant pets. ' I am no pet. ' 

Will's words were clear in his thoughts, despite the apes rage with his father for leaving him here, he still thought of home often, that is, when his thoughts were not on rebellion, vengeance, taking back the life which he and ape kind rightfully deserved. They had seen it, how Caesar walked, how he was different. In the beginning he was low, beaten and tormented by the other apes, but in less than a meager weak, they changed, the apes looked up to him, admired and respected him, the humans knew, they had to know. But they did nothing. Said nothing. Mainly, because the intelligence in which Caesar clung to so dearly was not bragged about, not by himself nor any other apes, not even Will. After-all; on arrival the young Caesar had been warned graciously by Maurice; ' Humans don't like smart ape. ' 

But everyday, he grew smarter, more clever, so much so that these cages and straw became more irritating, these humans more patronizing and ignorant. It was time, the other apes knew, their iris' green with defiance. Landon's son was now here, dragging his friends behind him. In attempt to impress, frightening the apes with his taser, causing them to screech and hide away in the corner of their sells. It angered Caesar, caused him to seethe, black fur rising and falling, teeth bared and fists curled as he punched the floor of his cage. Dodge Landon. A nightmare, a pest, a silly young lad with no moral compass nor conscience. A perfect chance, with the boys ignorance and the apes wit; Dodge Landon was a perfect start, a perfect test, or at least, his friend was. 

Edging a finger to indicate for the human to come closer, he enticed the curiosity of the fool in whom Landon called Brad.  The human boys peach toned fingers curling around the iron bars of Caesars cage in attempt to get a closer look at the primate, like he were on show. Landon was far from paying attention, same said for the other friends. And with that, Caesar sprang upward, his ape like stance vanishing as he stood on two legs, shoulders back and spine straight. Rough fist reaching through the cage and coiling around the flannel shirt of the imbecile who came so close to his cage. Eyes shifting for a moment; he ensured he only grasped the attention of Brad and him alone. Spare fist uncurling, Caesar snatched an item from Brads pocket through the cage bars. Brads smirk quickly fading and eyes filling with fear as Caesar watched him, the pink tone turning white as Caesar bore his teeth. Not to attack, but to mutter. 

                                            " Let---------- me ---------- out. " 

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Taiga Aisaka || TORADORA. ||

What was happening? Only a moment ago she felt fine, better than fine. For once in a long time she had actually felt happy, gleeful, wanted. Less alone. Her whole life had felt lonesome, not that it necessarily was, but Taiga had never felt wanted by anyone but Minorin, and even then, sometimes Taiga had her doubts. Perhaps she was just a dead weight that Minorin had to pull along and take care of. That the pink haired girls friendly words, joyful hugs and warm smiles were all a facade. A ploy. But even so, the majority of Taiga forced herself to believe that Minorin was all she had. No matter what, Minorin, her best friend and her alone would be the only person she could remain loyal to. Until lately. Until tonight. 

Slowly she had bent down to pick it up, the red wool scarf which Ryuuji had worn. The idiot who had left the dance to come and cheer her up on her lonesome Christmas. Not that she had asked nor even wanted him to. It was all of his own accord. But why? He loved Minorin, that's how he and Taiga had even began to talk, all to make him happy, find him love with the pink haired base baller. But yet, he left the dance just to make her happy. ' Why? ' The blissful feeling of warmth and kindness Taiga had received after his stunt was anew, kindling and heartfelt but yet, she could not hold him back and no matter how much it pained her to tell him to go back to the dance to find Minorin, she did it anyway. For Ryuuji and her best friend both. '---I didn't want that.'

Fingers coiling around the fabric, she felt a wet track fall down her cheek, lips trembling as she pulled the scarf from the ground and close to her chest. " He forgot his scarf." she muttered, a free hand reaching to the tear stained skin, petite finger tips wiping it away, before it dripped from her features. Confused, Taiga stood up, her miniature frames shadow aglow against the white wall of her apartment, the loom of her make-shift Christmas tree ( a candle inside a crystal case ) flickering. " Why am I crying? " Almost oblivious to her own emotions, she questioned herself, every detail, every heart beat, she could tell; Taiga Aisaka had never felt this before. 

Taking the scarf in hand, she ran from her apartment, tears streaming down her cheeks as she attempted to catch up with her friend, the boy whom she called a 'mutt' and an 'idiot', the blue haired nobody who had made her happy over the past year, in a way that nobody but Minorin could. Bare foot and dressed in nothing but her pyjama like dress, the four foot tall girl brushed and pushed past everyone in her way, to run out into the cold night, making it no further than the pathway before falling onto the concrete, knees scrapes and vision blurred from the cascade of tears which over whelmed her. ' He loves Minorin, not me. Why am I---doing this?' 

Looking to the scarf once more, she let her fingers grasp it, heart aching and fingers cold, she hitched her breath, in desperate attempt to stop it. Not caring who was there or who could see. Taiga was never one to care for other people, or what they thought. Not until recently, with one person. Did she regret punching him that day in the hall, no. Did she regret agreeing to help get minorin to love him, no. Did she regret this feeling, this aching feeling of want and warmth in her chest? Of course, but she wouldn't change it. If her two friends fell in love so be it, but that meant, she couldn't spend time with Ryuuji anymore, go over to his apartment, eat his food, be by his side 24/7 like she had for the past year. The year that made her so happy. So wanted and needed. By the person who made her feel like this when they were gone. 

                                            " I-I don't want that. I don't---------"

                                                                " Ryuuji----"

                Violet eyes stared uninterested, not taking any note                 of looming over the blue haired. Meeting him here                 was really convenient for him at the moment, seeing                 as Murasakibara had some difficulties [ of getting back ]                 and not having the faintest idea where he stood. At least                 he found this sleeping beast — probably slacking. 

                               ” Mine-chin~ I’m lost. ” 

           Using his palms to push himself up into a sitting position, Aomine                watched the confused for a moment, how despondent and how                uncaring they seemed. `lost`. Lips creasing into a line, the smart                mouth sighed, a hand reaching from the grass to rake through                navy coloured hair in attempt to sooth the irritation of being                disturbed. But even so, if the giant needed help, that would                still be better than practice. 

                                                                   ' Only you could get lost in the park, Murasakibara.                                           Where are you supposed to be anyway? '

                        one could say that the center for the generation of miracles was PROUD. though another could say he was humble in the same breathe; it de- pends on who he’s around. if anything he was the le- ast prideful of the five; excluding kuroko. however,  when the giant grows a CRAVING for his favorite sweet &. atsushi was low on money he would allow himself to waver                                                        just a little bit.                         ‘ do you have a dollar, mine-chin? ‘

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                                      Unamused by the sudden request, Daiki pulled                                a scowl, just in case the other didn't quite catch the                                spite in his sigh. He wasn't one to say no but that                                hardly implied that he enjoyed lending or giving                                others money. Yet, Aomine would rather have                                Murasakibara content and eating than frustrated                                at him for not granting him the money to eat.                                Digging into the duffle coat pocket he pulled out                                a five dollar bill between his index finger and thumb                                before offering it to the lilac haired boy. If Murasakibara                                was going to the shop, Daiki should reap the benefits                                of it also.

                                  ❛ OOH I’M SO SORRY —— ❜ 

                      the tall  middle-blocker  is quick to accept the blame,  mostly                       because  he  wouldn’t  want  the  other  to feel like it’s his fault.                       lev’s  being  loud and apologetic  now, his sports bag swinging                        back and forth and threatening to hit something. he steps close                       in front of the blue-haired male ( strange, but then again, lev has                       gray hair ), and puts a hand on his shoulder, looking at him with                       wide, green, puppy-like eyes. 

                                                               ❛ are you okay? ❜ 

                             This kid was loud almost obnoxiously so, if it wasn't                                        for the strange sincerity in his voice. The loud apology                                        making Aomine wish that he had simply walked around                                        the tall boy rather than forcing his way past just to get past                                        faster. Mouth gaping in attempt to cut a word in, mainly to                                        advice the other to stop being so damn loud. But he was                                         given no chance edge ways. Before Daiki had the chance                                        to speak, a hand on his shoulder caused his mouth to                                        close and gaze to avert to look at the hand. `---?` The                                        question only confusing him and somehow irritating him                                        sat the same time. 

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        There’s a short pause before Kuroko even attempts to do anything, the only action taken after that being when he decides to lift his arm back down—the hood of the umbrella hits Aomine square in the head and Kuroko is more or less satisfied with that. ( And then a quick frown that’s pulled, disappears as soon as it shows itself; more than often had something like this happened even _after _they had gone to different schools, something that never seems to make sense to him. )

        ' Skipping practice doesn’t count. ‘

        A pause after that; there’s obviously a whole lot more that Aomine, surprisingly, does besides skip practice and sleep—he just can’t really _think _of anything that he does besides the two. Nothing that was age appropriate, anyways. 

        ’ …Nor does fantasizing. ‘ 

Foiled again. Not that it was difficult to know. It was common knowledge that the ace didn't practice, despite the fact that he really should have been  participating but even then, he had idols to look at  and magazines to read. The umbrella colliding with his head was given a wince as his palm retreated to his hair to sooth the pain.  Raking his fingers through it soon after as he became distracted from what he was doing. Only for Kuroko's voice to grasp his attention, a brief scowl wiping his features. 

                                            '  Still have more imp---' 

He was cut off, his go to option of 'important stuff' unaccepted. But nevertheless, even if Aomine did only waste time between those two or three things, he still neglected to watch the weather report, actually he didn't know anyone who watched the weather report, at least, not as religiously as Kuroko seemed to. Even so, Daiki had excuses galore.

    ' It almost never rains. No point watchin' it just to hear that it'll be sunny again tomorrow.                       Today's just a rare thing, doubt we'll see another shower anytime soon. '