#yoshitakeout

well, shit. let's try this again.

tadakuni takes out his gun and shoots three times at yoshitake, before he has a chance to blink. sorry, d00d, paintbros before bros.

What was this interruption to his new high school life? A spring breeze that brought a tranquil atmosphere, a fitting beginning to the beginning of a year? A rush of youth, new and fresh blood, to give way to a sweaty summer of heated emotions? Such summer leading to a realization after the fervor had cooled down for autumn that you had done something absolutely and utterly embarrassing? 

One look at the blood next to him quelled any notion of such an occurrence. He could already feel his blood rising in anticipation of being faced with a repetitious and stupid joke as soon as the other's face turned towards him. 

Oh, but this time, Hidenori wouldn't be beat out. He prepared something that could not be beat; something that literally could not bee beeat. 

Yes, what he clutched in his hand was a fake bee, so shiny and new and worth maybe as much as a small eraser because, lo and behold, it was, in fact, an eraser. The market wasn't very open to actual plastic bees just yet, so he settled for rubber. Perhaps it would be less painful this way, a means of mercy. 

"Hey, Yoshitake," he broke the silence and placed a hand on his companion and target's shoulder, slowing both of them to a stop. "I have... something for you."