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Summary
It would be the picture of teenage leisure on a tropical island (if you could get past the 3rd degree murder charges) if it wasn't for Souda fucking Kazuichi. Kuzuryuu's colorful morning threats have kept his mouth shut, but this was almost worse. Kuzuryuu’s foot taps harder.
Zip, zip, zip-
“Oh my fucking God,” Souda jumps so high his head nearly gets chopped off by the fan overhead. “You're givin’ me high blood pressure. Quit it.”
And that's that. Kuzuryuu sighs. Or so he fucking thought.
Foot taps. Chair leg scrapes against his heel. Zip-
“Stop *ucking with your zipper!” Kuzuryuu snaps at the jittery mess of fluorescent yellow in his peripheral.
“You want to talk about me?” Kazuichi's voice cracks, too loud. “We gotta talk about what Hinata is doing! Or- who!”
Kuzuryuu freezes.
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Kuzuryuu and Souda battle with what they *thought* they saw in the library, stakes high and pressure strong. Its only a matter of time before someone slips — and Kuzuryuu can't stop it.
Hinata and Komaeda toe the line of sickness and the forbidden, sharing food and words at the diner.
(Written by someone with lymphoma.)
Series
- Part 3 of Saltwater Saline, Stains the Teeth