#samefuka

“Don’t you remember what Wadanohara said?” Fukami lowly said, eyes not even peering away from the pages he was studying upon. Samemi’s eyes only dug further daggers into Fukami, even more frustrated he wouldn’t even make simple eye contact. Did he really think he was so superior to her that he couldn’t even LOOK at her? He was always so plainly rude, and it only pissed her off more the more he acted so cocky.

“Yes! She told us to sit together and behave and try and get along!! This isn’t ‘getting along’!!” Her voice cracked, squirming more intensely in a vain attempt to escape his vice grip tangling around her body.

“It is. I’m keeping you in check so that you don’t cause trouble, since you always do.” He replied flatly, taking a slow sip from his tea. Samemi, only further frustrated from his response, thrashed more intensely, no matter how useless it seemed.

“I’m not an animal!! I have basic manners!! I’m only getting pissed off because you keep treating me lower than you! Why do you do that? It’s not like Wadanohara loves you more or anyth--”

Samemi’s words were cut short by the tentacle around her neck squeezing tight, choking out the end of her word. Samemi glanced back over, only to see a sharp, empty gaze piercing into her heart. No emotions present at all, but his eyes could speak for eons about the rage that rang through his body. Samemi wheezed, loosening her squirming, trying to word out an ‘I’m sorry’. Fukami stared at her for a moment, before slowly loosening to the point of letting her drop onto the couch. Samemi took a deep inhale once she was able to breathe, coughing a bit to clear of any phlegm that clumped up in her throat while being crushed. She blinked, realizing the position she was now, slowly bringing her confused gaze to Fukami, who has already returned to reading.

“...That wouldn’t matter. She’s not even the one I’m most interested in, anyway.” He muttered, a small frown finally frowning on his stone-like face, his brows furrowing. “She’s precious to me, you’re correct, but she’s not nearly as precious as someone else I know.”

Samemi only looked more quizzed, staring at him with wide eyes with an ounce of concern on her face. “Really? I would’ve never guessed, you’re always spending time with her. I thought it was painfully obvious you crushed on her. Well, I guess that’s a relie--” Samemi stopped herself half way through, tensing up. “I-I mean!! Well, I guess that’s good for her?? I wouldn’t want her to be with a jerk like you anyway!!”

“They say the bigger a jerk is to someone, the more infatuated they are with them.” Fukami’s frown quickly turned into the faintest of a sly smile. Samemi, processing what he said, only flushed further.

“I-I’m not interested in you at all!! Why would you think that?! I-I’m not interested in anyone, not like that!! W-Why are you saying such weird and creepy stuff anyway?! Are you trying to f-f-flir--” She froze again, covering her mouth and curling up a bit on the couch, feeling her face physically ache from what she was saying.

“Of course you would miss the point of what I said. You’re such an idiot, all of the time.” His plain tone returned, almost as if nothing happened. Samemi’s flustered state only worsened into extreme frustration, letting out an annoyed scream, trying to immediately attack at him, but tendrils almost immediately slapped her body down into the floor, painfully pinching her into the floor to prevent from misbehavior.