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the quick shift in the boy’s tone took him off guard -- he only meant this statement as something playful, but it was obvious that he took it as something else. “aha.” he said nervously, trying to rummage hiss brain for a response to the other’s question. 

once manami started speaking about how he wanted to be like him & that he simply admired him, toudou calmed down. perhaps he was just imagining the malice that he heard in the other’s voice. “of course, i am your senpai after all!” he said, immediately picking back up his façade. he did pride himself in being a good role model for his underclassmen, but it wasn’t very often that anyone took an interest in being like him. most of them thought that he was an asshole that stole the girls’ attention away from them -- despite there being something very obvious that should tell them he was by no means a threat. 

Hearing the lock on the door turn, toudou internally cursed the blue-haired boy, wishing that the could give him ten years in the dungeon for such intrusive behavior. As the door squeaked open, he pulled the covers even further over the top of his head in hopes of blending into the bed. Childish, yes, but he really wasn’t looking forward to the day. Peering from a small space between the blanket & the bed, he watched as Manami walked straight up to where he laid. “Manaaaaaami — “ he whined, wishing that the other would see this from his own ( immature ) point of view. Clearly, he was doing what was best for the kingdom, but it scared toudou to have that kind of pressure on his very young shoulders. A king in his eyes was a middle-aged man, but he was still only in his early twenties. Hardly middle-aged at all!!

midousuji’s usually cocky grin dropped at the boy’s words. lame? no one had ever used the word lame to describe his ( completed ) plan to take over ishigaki’s gang. it was cruel, heartless even but it was not lame. it pissed him off to hear an underling of someone elses’ gang talking to him so freely, but for the moment he would bite his tongue and listen to what the other had to say. shooting down an opportunity to get ahead was not something midousuji would pass on.

there was little trust in him for anyone from the lone wolves, not arakita or any of his other mutts. they were a gang based on freedom and cooperation, rather than a strictly manned group as lizard hell. being able to trust a barrage of men so freely was not in his nature, and trusting manami would seem entirely foolish. midousuji was aware the boy had earned his title the angel of death, it was not just simply given to him. 

“i said i will listen, don’t draw up any funny ideas that i will like what you have to say.” the taller replies sharply, not looking to take any more criticism from a mere underling. it was shameful enough once, twice would just be a fight in the making. the way manami droned on, dancing around the bulk of the topic caused impatience to well up in midousuji’s chest. “on with it, zaku.”