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Kuma pretends to scratch his cheek with his middle finger while making direct eye contact with Usagi, who responds by turning around and slapping his butt while shooting a deriding glance back over his shoulder. Neither speaks - they dare not say such vulgar things as “fuck you” and “kiss my ass” in front of their impressionable young teams - but the sentiment was clearly alive and well in both their hearts.
By the time they’ve devolved into simply making childish faces at each other, the girls have finished talking and so both managers leave with them, heading in opposite directions but thinking the exact same thing:
”God I fucking hate that guy.”