Haruka thrusts a bottle of strawberry ramune his way, irritated to high hell and twenty seconds from throwin’ the fuckin’ thing to the ground (well, if she wasn’t thirsty, she would). “Hey, can you open this damn thing? It won’t do the thing!!” // this is aimed @ either one of'em but she is so mad LAUGHS
' the ... the thing ? ' he's only just come back from a bathroom break , ( a legitimate one , for once , ) only to see that the ramune bottle he had expected sakura to finish by the time he had hurried back was still ... completely unopened . watching her struggle was surprising enough that for a moment , he can only blankly take the sight in : this wasn't her very first bottle , was it ?
trying to twist off the cap like that would never have amounted to anything . especially when there was a marble on the inside of it --- even if sakura did somehow manage to terrifyingly wrench the entire top off , she still probably wouldn't have been able to get out a single drop !
it's a thought that spurs him just as soon as she asks for help --- his hands swipe ( washed , but still a little wet , ) onto the lower fabric of his shirt , and he accepts the bottle with a nod and light ' oh , sure ... ! ' in tandem with any prior shock evaporating from his expression . his brows furrow a little , and tearing the plastic off the top , leveraging his palm over the plastic meant to push down onto the marble , he stares at the ramune with an innocent , yet still determined look .
... even he could do something like this , right ?
it should have been just about the simplest thing in the world . and it is : screwing his eyes shut and pressing downwards with a held breath , he hears the drink's usual glugging , shoulder-jump-inducing pop --- only to open his lids to a flash-glimpse of the cap and a pushing geyser rocketing in his face's direction . the plastic launches lands right into the center of his head --- ' waugh ?! ' bouncing off and landing onto the sidewalk with a light little "plack" as he practically drowns in the ramune's agitated eruption . it spews itself in full into his face , then pours sweet and sticky all over his hand . the sensitive membrane of his nose stings and burns as it's attacked by the vengeful fizz and carbon , but even then , he can only try to cover the sabotaged aftermath of his mien , his other hand handing the opened ramune back .
' b ... bathroom . ' what's in his nose slinks grossly down into his throat as he stands , and he miserably coughs and sputters . he hadn't even considered that after so much time of trying to open it , sakura would have accidentally shaken up the bottle enough for it to burst . ' s-orry . ack . i'll be right back ... '
at least this time sakura would be able to drink .