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It never just came and went, Sanemi’s rage bubbled and festered before erupting into a whirlwind of emotion he could never seem to get a hold of. The man always tried, veins popping from the force, but he always gave in. No matter what it was, no matter how big or small he could never get ahold of himself and it hurt the people around him. His anger was all-consuming and even swallowed himself most times. Sanemi was back at this point again, where he was so angry that even inanimate objects ruined the minimal peace he’d been able to bring back to himself. The Pillar was currently fiddling with his uniform shirt. The open fabrics meant the wind moved them, causing the sides to tickle at his skin. The feeling made him want to rip it to pieces, if that wouldn’t be a waste and considered public indecency. Besides, he had company… Unwanted company, but company nonetheless.
Tomioka and him had a joint-mission. They’d just finished it off, and it’d wounded Sanemi pretty badly. He was exhausted and it was making anger the easier choice. Which is why he was currently controlling his breath more exaggeratedly in hopes of reigning himself back in. But just then, Tomioka said something, when all Sanemi wanted was for him to very desperately shut up.
𖦹 “ Are you alright, Shinazugawa ? Your breathing sounds erratic. “
His breathing sounded erratic ? Of course it sounded fucking erratic he had to share a room tonight with this egotistical asshole !
Sanemi took in a deep and sharp breath, before hissing it out just as slowly.
✸ “ I thought I asked you to stop talking to me until we got back ? “
𖦹 “ I’m only concerned, Shinazugawa. There’s no reason for any hostility. “
And there he went, acting all high and mighty, talking down to him like he was some unchecked kid. God he couldn’t wait until he could go as far away from him as possible tomorrow.
After Sanemi barely held himself back from lashing out at Tomioka, he supposed the other Pillar picked up on his struggle and decided to spare Sanemi with his silence. What a gentleman.
Finally, they made it to the local Wisteria Mansion. Both men greet the older woman at the same time, and though Sanemi could feel his eye twitch at that, he said nothing for this poor woman’s sake. The Pillars both took turns getting checked on, having their wounds dressed by a very flustered young woman, and eventually bathing. The tub for bathing could fit them both, but there was no way Sanemi would ever share, even when Giyuu offered it, because he wouldn’t be caught dead near any place that required him to get naked in front of that asshole. Knowing Giyuu he’d probably make an ill-placed comment and it’d convince Sanemi to just kill him . Although it was an exaggeration, Sanemi still grumbled to himself at the thought.
Giyuu was second to bathe, but even after he got back into the room, he didn’t make his bed, he just kneeled in front of Sanemi’s. This guy just didn’t know when to quit, did he ? The Wind Pillar sat up slowly and glared at him. He was tired and just about done with this whole ordeal.
✸ “ What the hell do you- “
𖦹 “ Why is it that I irritate you so much ? I’ve done nothing but show you respect, so I can’t understand why you hate me so much. “
✸ “ Have you forgotten all the times you’ve tried to act slick about insulting me ?! “
𖦹 “ That was only because you started it. “
That was Sanemi’s breaking point.
He grumbled pretty loudly before lunging at Giyuu, catching him off guard as he grabbed a bundle of the fabric near his collar, causing Giyuu to fall back a bit, using his elbows to support himself as Sanemi shouted at him from above. He looked caught off guard, and honestly surprised as if Sanemi hadn’t been silently warning him since this afternoon.
✸ “ This is exactly it ! You NEVER want to take accountability for the things you do !! Have you ever considered the fact that there are other people around you ?! You’re an egotistical, anti-social asshole with some kind of delusion that you’re somehow BETTER than ANY OF US ! “
Giyuu’s brows furrowed as he looked rightfully pissed off. Sanemi sucked in a breath, before continuing.
✸ “ You’re a freeloading, rule breaking, inconsiderate little - “
Just then, Giyuu sucker punched him. Right in the mouth as if it was his attempt to shut him up. The platinum blonde stumbled back on his knees, sitting back lacked Giyuu had been previously. The noirette got up and kneeled again as Sanemi inspected his mouth, which was red, split and bleeding. When his brain finally caught on with what was going on, Sanemi’s masochistic grin crept up his face as he prepared to lunge at Giyuu again.
✸ “ Oh now you’ve done it . “
Giyuu was prepared this time, but not enough to dodge. He allowed Sanemi to tackle him, but moved to the side a bit to get leverage on him and roll themselves over so that he was on top of him. Sort of half-sitting on his abdomen as he socked Sanemi in the eye. The man below him kneed Giyuu in the ass, and when Guyuu leaned forward with a wince, the man punched him straight in the nose, breaking it. Giyuu strained but refused to give Sanemi another shot, so he just gripped and tugged on Sanemi’s hair, earning himself a pained sound and some more attempts at kneeing him in the lower back and hips, since he couldn’t lift his leg up that far to get a good hit. Sanemi resorted to beating him in the arms in an attempt to get him off, but Giyuu braced himself and brought his head down to headbutt him. He should have never done so, because as soon as he did, both of their vision went white for a moment as Giyuu gripped down hard onto Sanemi’s scalp, and Sanemi grabbed at Giyuu’s nightwear.
They were both exhausted, that was obvious by the way their Total Concentration Breathing faltered and they panted to regain control of their lungs. Giyuu was the first to collect himself, as Sanemi’s wounded eye likely made the pain much more apparent.
𖦹 “ Just stop it. Your petty insults won’t solve whatever’s angered you, nor whatever idiotic vendetta you have against me ! Whatever image of me you’ve formed in your head… Keep it there, because I don’t care about whatever lies you’ve told yourself about me. “
Sanemi hasn’t ever heard Tomioka grow angry. For some reason.. Watching the way his face scrunches up, the way his eyes crease and his eyebrows furrow as he shouts at him… It’s comforting almost. Not because he sympathizes. Anger is an emotion he’s incredibly comfortable with, it’s easy to understand, a raw uncontrolled emotion yet so simple to feed into. Besides, Tomioka never showed any strong emotion other than the few times he’s looked dissatisfied or gotten snarky with him, so it was a shocking first.
Now that Sanemi had collected himself and gotten out all his rage, he realized just how tired he actually was. As well as the fact that… Tomioka smelled like lavender.
✸ “ Are you.. Wearing perfume.. ?? “
𖦹 “ Ah, “ Giyuu looked a little surprised, but he was also exhausted, so everything he did was a bit muted. He had let go of Sanemi’s hair a little while ago, yet never got off of him. “ Yes.. One of the soap options was infused with a lavender scent oil. “
Giyuu didn’t seem to understand the importance, but when Sanemi patted one of his legs to signal him to get off, he obliged. The noirette went to kneel beside him, but flinched and recoiled forward. He looked a little irritated and uncomfortable, but didn’t comment on it being Sanemi’s fault. Not like he could complain, just look at what he did to Sanemi.
To be truthful, lavender was also a familiar thing to Sanemi, because his mother always smelled like it, she grew the flowers in their miniature garden, and made perfume out of them once they bloomed. It was a soft yet bold scent that made Sanemi visibly relax. Giyuu didn’t take it for much, and let Sanemi make his way over to his futon. After a few moments of silent indecision, Giyuu crawled over carefully and laid down with his back to him. Sanemi ‘tch’d as he sat up again and looked at the man, who refused to get up.
✸ “ What the hell are you doing ?? Get out and go make your own bedding. “
𖦹 “ If you haven’t forgotten, you beat all iver my arms. Besides, it’s late and we were already injured before this. Take this as my pennece for attacking me without reason. “
This bitch -
Giyuu goy comfortable under the blanket, trying his best to avoid his wounds and didn’t say anything. Not even when Sanemi grumbled to himself, staring daggers at him, before sighing harshly and just laying down again… To be honest, he wasn’t too mad. He could smell the lavender oils again, and it was ebbing away at the disdain clouding his mind, lulling him into a quiet sleep. A relief from Sanemi’s loud and abrasive daily life. He silently pressed his back into Giyuu’s who winced, causing Sanemi to retract only a little, but they found a comfortable amount without saying a word and then slowly drifted off to sleep.
At some time during the night, Giyuu had rolled over, latching himself onto Sanemi. But even when the platinum blonde woke up to their sleeping arrangements, he didn’t say a word, just closing his eyes again as he carefully grabbed onto one of Giyuu’s hands.