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“Onigawara.”
Not the voice he’s expecting to hear after his fifth fight of the week; not even looking up as he replies. “Not interested in whatever yer sellin’, Kamuro.”
Onigawara gets a huff in response, and he smirks. Only a bit, concentrating on getting the bandages on right.
Kamuro doesn’t leave.
“…Whaddya’ want?” Finally giving up to level Kamuro with an indignant stare, mildly annoyed by his sudden appearance. Doesn’t this guy know when to quit? He’s done enough damage, even if he gave some shitty apology.
“I want to apologize,” A snort that makes Kamuro’s brows furrow. “Privately, so it’s not a spectacle.”
“And why? Not like ya’ owe me shit, you don’t even like me.”
“…You deserve an apology, a real one.” Kamuro won’t look at him now, maybe he’s embarrassed. “Sure, you’re a delinquent-“
“Gee, thanks.” Onigawara’s rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
“But. You try.” Kamuro rubs his hands together. “You had perfect attendance, I’ve seen you studying even when you pretend you aren’t,” That makes Onigawara flush, embarrassed. “Getting into fights doesn’t take away from that…You aren’t a bad person and I’m sorry for making anyone think that. I don’t deserve or expect your real forgiveness but-“
“Couldja’ help me with these?” Onigawara’s holding up his arm to show off the bandages he had been applying previously, and Kamuro looks…Admittedly confused.
“I-Well…Yes, I can.”
So he sits, and unwraps the (somewhat poorly done) bandages to fix them. Falling into a silence that’s a little awkward.
“…Don’t need to apologize to me, y’know. I forgive ya’.” Kamuro looks up at him, quiet. “You tell anyone I said that and I’ll knock yer teeth in.” An embarrassed blush rising up on his cheeks as he turns his head away.
Kamuro just smiles, going back to his work. It’s easy now. “Thank you.”
Maybe it’s ok.