fate's cruel joke { ayato & ryuuko }
"Sheesh, what a bother." A tired sigh slipped past the redhead's lips as he strode down the sidewalk with a look of utter annoyance breezing in on his pale semblance. He should have been at home by now, opening the new collection of gravure books he had ordered but of course, Reiji just had to ruin his day by telling him to do the grocery after school.
Since when was that his responsibility? They have a house staff for a reason, damn it. With his hand occupied by a grocery bag and his other hand maintaining the strap of his backpack that was slung over one shoulder, Ayato gazed up at the sky and assumed that the latter part of the day was nearing.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket for the fourth time now but he didn't bother to check it, knowing that it was Reiji asking him what was taking him so long. Ayato rolled his eyes at the thought. However, he halted his steps when a particular figure leaning on the brick wall nearby caught his attention. He didn't even have to step closer to recognize the girl-- the red highlight on her fringes wasn't easy to miss. He didn't actually think he'd see her again and the memory of her hitting him in the train was an image that made it hard for him to forget her.
Something seemed off with her though, almost as if she was struggling to walk. Did she get herself in a fight again or was that how she usually walks? Either way, Ayato planned on ruining her day just for the hell of it-- and probably as payback for the punch she had thrown at him. With a grin, he sauntered over to her.
"Oi, uncute girl." He called for her attention. "What's up with you? Are you dying? If so, please do it right here, in front of me. I like front row seats after all."
