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spaceninja144 in the_zoneWho: Hiyoshi and Akutsu
When: Before the mining expedition leaves
Where: The gym
What: Hiyoshi is a brat and Akutsu has the patience of a saint
Gakuto had failed. Hiyoshi wasn’t disappointed; these things happened, it was only a setback. What it did accomplish was making Hiyoshi that much more determined to succeed in getting Akutsu’s picture. It was a matter of principle now, and he was going to do whatever he could toget that gekokujou succeed.
Unfortunately for Akutsu, Hiyoshi had all of security’s technology at his fingertips to abuse. After a bit of bribing the guy on camera duty, (it wasn’t hard honestly, camera duty was boring and it gave them something to do,) Hiyoshi was now being fed live updates on Akutsu’s movements and whereabouts. Today’s tactic: stealth.
Akutsu was in the gym. He'd just gotten off shift, which had been an incredibly annoying one, for some reason, and he felt like he had all this pent-up aggression he needed to get out. Normally, he'd reach for a cigarette, but he'd very purposefully limited the number of packs in his room by moving the rest to a box in storage, and he'd stopped carrying them on him. So. Gym it was.
He thought about doing some bench presses, but after he'd foiled Red's attempt to get a photo of him, he wouldn't put it past Hiyoshi to take advantage of it. So instead…hm. Maybe that would work… He hadn't paid much attention to the heavy bag in the gym before, but punching something might be kind of cathartic, so he walked over and worked on wrapping his hands before getting started.
The gym, came in the voice in Hiyoshi’s headset. Not an unusual place for Akutsu to be in general, but surprising after their last failed attempt had occurred there. EIther Akutsu thought they wouldn’t be stupid enough to try again in the same place, or he was challenging them to try it. Maybe both. Well, Hiyoshi wasn’t one to turn down a challenge. The heavy bag was out of the way, near the free weights, so it wasn’t the easiest place to approach, but with a little planning, Hiyoshi thought it could be done. He waited for his chance to enter– a group of three, that was it– and tailed close behind them using them as cover before breaking off and winding his way around the edge of the gym towards Akutsu, using the machines for cover.
Once Akutsu started actually hitting the bag, he did so from an angle that kept the gym entrance in view without much effort. The punching felt good…but not as good as it would've if he was absolutely sure there had only been three that entered, just then. Hmm… Fuck. If that idiot mushroom-head was at it again, Akutsu was more than willing to punch him in the face. But since he had to be on guard, apparently, he kept moving as he punched, slowly making his way around the bag to keep an eye on his surroundings. He was not going to let that idiot get a picture of him.
The movement worked in Hiyoshi’s favour at the moment. It meant a lot of waiting and a lot of patience, but it gave him the openings he needed to move between machines as he got closer. Sure, the other people in the gym were side-eyeing him, but who cared about that.
As Hiyoshi got closer, it became harder and harder to move without being seen. Moving when the door opened helped– Akutsu was on guard for people entering, that much was clear– but eventually even that wasn’t going to cut it. He took a few pictures from where he was, just as backup, but they weren’t nearly as clear as he wanted. There was nothing for it. Setting the camera to burst mode for the best chance of getting something usable, Hiyoshi stepped out from his hiding spot, activated the camera, and called to Akutsu, all at the same time. “Oi.”
Akutsu had spotted Hiyoshi even before he got that close. The equipment in the gym really wasn't good for playing hide-and-seek, although he had to give Hiyoshi some credit for staying as reasonably well hidden as he had. Still, when Hiyoshi called out, Akutsu was in a perfect position… Hands and arms raised defensively in front of his face to prevent any decent pictures, Akutsu shifted diagonally forward and to the side out from behind the bag, then straight forward, dropping his right arm in favor of smacking the camera out of Hiyoshi's hands. Before he even heard the clatter of it hitting the floor, his other hand darted out and grabbed Hiyoshi by the shirt collar. "How many times do I have to tell you," he growled. "No. Fucking. Pictures."
Hiyoshi’s instinct was to defend himself, not the camera, but he hardly had time to worry about it being knocked from his hands before Akutsu was coming at him again. Ah, he was fast. Hiyoshi threw a hand up to deflect the punch, but it was a grab, and when he felt the tug on his shirt he automatically closed his hand over Akutsu’s arm, holding it while Akutsu held him. Hiyoshi’s heart was pounding now, but it wasn’t fear. “Make me stop.” Yeah, that was a challenge.
Akutsu let go with a shove. “You’re not worth the effort. But if you really wanna look like something a sandworm shit out, that’s your kink.” He went to locate the camera and, once he found it, he stomped down on it, effectively breaking it into small pieces.
If there was anything that rubbed Hiyoshi the wrong way, it was being looked down on, which was exactly how he was interpreting Akutsu’s repeated comments about Hiyoshi not being worth his time. His smirk dropped, and he watched Akutsu break the camera, though he made no attempt to stop him. “That was Gakuto-san’s.”
“Like I give a damn whose it was.” Akutsu left the pieces of the camera on the floor, only bothering to make sure none of it had stuck in his shoe. Once he was done, he glared at Hiyoshi. “I lost track of the number’a times I toldja I ain’t gonna let you send a picture to some old hag I never met. I guess losin the camera can be the price Red pays for lettin’ himself get roped into your stupidity.”
Hiyoshi doubted Gakuto would mind so much about the camera, but once again it was the principle of the matter. He stepped right up to Akutsu, getting in his space, not ready to back down. “The only stupidity here is how hard you’re resisting.” Akutsu was significantly taller than Hiyoshi, but that didn’t stop Hiyoshi from staring him down.
Akutsu stared down at Hiyoshi’s mushroom head with a bored look on his face. “So if some rando you’d never met before suddenly wants you to smile pretty so they can send a picture back to another total stranger, you’d just do it? Makes you either very gullible or a total idiot.” Probably both.
“It’s a picture. It doesn’t matter.” Hiyoshi could care less about who had photos of him. What he did care about was Akutsu insulting his grandmother. “And she’s not ‘some rando’. She’s your grandmother. Show her some respect.”
“She’s some rando to me. She’s only my so-called grandmother by an accident of genetics, because your old man couldn’t keep it in his pants.” Akutsu spread out his hand and put it over Hiyoshi’s face, then pushed him away. “Blood don’t make family. And I don’t respect anyone that ain’t earned it with me.”
It was the same old argument, the only difference was this time, it was playing out in real life instead over the comms. Hiyoshi wasn’t about to let himself be pushed around, and he shoves Akutsu back, hard. “You are going to respect her, whether you like it or not.”
"Can't respect someone I ain't never met. What part of that do you not fucking understand?" Akutsu didn't block the shove, but he was braced for it. "Do kinda respect your mom for puttin your dad in the doghouse though. That's about as close as I'm gonna get." Despite feeling the need to punch something earlier, Akutsu wasn't exactly in the mood to have that something trying to punch back.
“Grandmother backed Mother up on that, idiot.” Hiyoshi shoved Akutsu again. He was solid, Hiyoshi would give him credit for that, but he was frustratingly stubborn. Completely unlike himself, who was being entirely reasonable and definitely not trying to pick a fight. “I don’t care what you think about the rest of them, but respecting your elders is basic. Or did your mother not teach you that growing up?”
Akutsu growled. Nobody got to talk shit about his mother, and Akutsu grabbed Hiyoshi by the shirt again, this time with both hands, lifting him up off the floor and spinning around to slam Hiyoshi’s back against the wall. “She taught me to be courteous to my elders when appropriate, but that respect must be earned by everyone, regardless of age or connection.” He leaned his weight into it, using his arms over Hiyoshi’s chest to keep him pinned. “You don’t even have my respect, and you’re right in fronta my face. Why would I bother with anyone off base?”
Hiyoshi knew comments about Akutsu’s mother was hitting low, but he hadn’t expected Akutsu to react quite so strongly about it, either. The slam hurt, but Hiyoshi hadn’t been sparring with Tooyama and Byodoin for nothing, and he held onto Akutsu’s wrists while Akutsu said his bit, taking the few given seconds to catch his breath and glaring straight at Akutsu the entire time. “So you don’t respect me. That’s fine. I’m going to earn it right now.” And then he double kicked Akutsu in the stomach, because what other way was there to gain someone’s respect besides fighting them.
Akutsu stumbled back at the kick, getting the wind knocked out of him and dropping Hiyoshi in the process. He took a few more steps back, putting distance between them while he caught his breath, but his eyes never left Hiyoshi. He watched every single move, every muscle twitch. “You think fighting me is going to get me to respect you? Newsflash: that’s the kind of shit a bully pulls.” He took a deep breath, resetting his breathing to be calm, even. “And all bullies get…is contempt.”
Hiyoshi was prepared for the fall, and immediately bounced back, ready to catch Akutsu on the rebound, and… then Akutsu had to go and say that. Hiyoshi faltered, stopping where he was and searching Akutsu’s face. The other man was completely on guard, completely ready, and based on that level of composure alone Hiyoshi knew he was a good fighter, and knowing that made Hiyoshi want to fight him all the more. But Hiyoshi wasn’t blind to the fact that this whole time, Akutsu had only been standing his ground, never pushing– in fact, he’d been the one deescalating things every time Hiyoshi had tried to provoke him.
And so Hiyoshi stood, stance ready but completely frozen, while he tried to figure out what to do. With no obvious answer coming to mind, he decided instead to come out with what he wanted so everything was fair and in the open. “I want to fight you. Fight me.” A moment later: “Please.”
Okay. Now that was surprising. Akutsu had expected Hiyoshi to charge at him, fists flying or some shit like that. Instead, he could tell Hiyoshi was sizing him up, much the same way he was sizing up Hiyoshi. And something had gotten Hiyoshi’s brain to jump tracks. Good. They might actually be making some kind of progress, like this.
Akutsu stood to his full height, but he relaxed his body. Mentally, he was still ready for anything, but the fact that Hiyoshi had even said ‘please’ was a sign he probably wasn’t going to just jump at him and attack. “Why?”
Again with the poignant responses. Why did he want to fight Akutsu? Because of adrenaline? For fun? Because he was cooped up on a base in the middle of nowhere with nowhere to direct his energy and he had been conditioned from a young age to pour his frustrations into hitting things? It definitely didn’t help that he’d joined the branch of the military filled with people who did the same.
“Because I can tell you’re strong.” It was the closest thing Hiyoshi could think of to a proper answer. He held his stance, but it was out of stubbornness now rather than real desire to fight.
Akutsu snorted, and since it was becoming increasingly apparent that Hiyoshi was a small enough threat at the
moment, he sat himself down on the weightlifting bench, leaning forward with his arms on his knees. “Don’t tell me all this picture bullshit was just a roundabout way to get yourself a sparring partner.” Probably not, but Akutsu was damned if he could think of any other reason for Hiyoshi being so damn insistent.
Hiyoshi dropped his stance. No matter how he looked at it, he wasn’t getting that fight today. “I wanted the picture because it would make Grandmother happy.” If there was anyone in his family Hiyoshi had a soft spot for, it was her. “I know you don’t give a shit about her, but I do.”
“You’re right. I don’t give a damn about her.” How could he give a damn about someone he’d never met? Finding out about her existence and that he apparently had a grandparent out there didn’t change anything on his end. It’s not like all of a sudden he was magically starstruck at the idea of family beyond his mother. “But making an absolute nuisance of yourself ain’t doin you any favors, either.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so stubborn.” As if Hiyoshi weren’t equally stubborn. At least they both also shared the ability to let insults roll off of them as long as they didn’t touch a specific nerve. Their conversation now was downright dignified compared to what had been going on a few minutes ago. “So you’re refusing to let me have a photo of you, under any circumstances in the foreseeable future?”
Akutsu raised an eyebrow. “Me. Stubborn. You looked in a mirror lately?” Hiyoshi was at least as stubborn. Maybe even moreso. It was a little weird. Maybe genetic…aaand that thought kinda grossed him out. “Oh, hey, lookit that. It finally got through that mushroom hair and into your head. Bout damn time.”
Hiyoshi narrowed his eyes in annoyance, but that was as much as he let it show. “Fine. I’ll stop bothering you about it.” Because even Hiyoshi knew a waste of time when he saw one, (and was hit over the head with it a few times.) He watched the cleaning bot sweeping up the leftover pieces of Gakuto’s camera while he finally started to accept how stupid this whole thing was. “...I’ll leave you alone now. Sorry about wasting your time, and the comment about your mother. It was inappropriate.” Hiyoshi didn’t sound particularly sorry, his voice was neutral as always, but he followed it up with a 90 degree bow which hopefully made up for it a little. Then, making good on his word, he turned and left.
Akutsu just blinked. That was it, huh? Just like that? Well okay then. He shrugged a little to himself, then went back to the punching bag. As he worked it over, he actually smirked a little. Congrats Hiyoshi. You just took the first step towards earning a little respect.
When: Before the mining expedition leaves
Where: The gym
What: Hiyoshi is a brat and Akutsu has the patience of a saint
Gakuto had failed. Hiyoshi wasn’t disappointed; these things happened, it was only a setback. What it did accomplish was making Hiyoshi that much more determined to succeed in getting Akutsu’s picture. It was a matter of principle now, and he was going to do whatever he could to
Unfortunately for Akutsu, Hiyoshi had all of security’s technology at his fingertips to abuse. After a bit of bribing the guy on camera duty, (it wasn’t hard honestly, camera duty was boring and it gave them something to do,) Hiyoshi was now being fed live updates on Akutsu’s movements and whereabouts. Today’s tactic: stealth.
Akutsu was in the gym. He'd just gotten off shift, which had been an incredibly annoying one, for some reason, and he felt like he had all this pent-up aggression he needed to get out. Normally, he'd reach for a cigarette, but he'd very purposefully limited the number of packs in his room by moving the rest to a box in storage, and he'd stopped carrying them on him. So. Gym it was.
He thought about doing some bench presses, but after he'd foiled Red's attempt to get a photo of him, he wouldn't put it past Hiyoshi to take advantage of it. So instead…hm. Maybe that would work… He hadn't paid much attention to the heavy bag in the gym before, but punching something might be kind of cathartic, so he walked over and worked on wrapping his hands before getting started.
The gym, came in the voice in Hiyoshi’s headset. Not an unusual place for Akutsu to be in general, but surprising after their last failed attempt had occurred there. EIther Akutsu thought they wouldn’t be stupid enough to try again in the same place, or he was challenging them to try it. Maybe both. Well, Hiyoshi wasn’t one to turn down a challenge. The heavy bag was out of the way, near the free weights, so it wasn’t the easiest place to approach, but with a little planning, Hiyoshi thought it could be done. He waited for his chance to enter– a group of three, that was it– and tailed close behind them using them as cover before breaking off and winding his way around the edge of the gym towards Akutsu, using the machines for cover.
Once Akutsu started actually hitting the bag, he did so from an angle that kept the gym entrance in view without much effort. The punching felt good…but not as good as it would've if he was absolutely sure there had only been three that entered, just then. Hmm… Fuck. If that idiot mushroom-head was at it again, Akutsu was more than willing to punch him in the face. But since he had to be on guard, apparently, he kept moving as he punched, slowly making his way around the bag to keep an eye on his surroundings. He was not going to let that idiot get a picture of him.
The movement worked in Hiyoshi’s favour at the moment. It meant a lot of waiting and a lot of patience, but it gave him the openings he needed to move between machines as he got closer. Sure, the other people in the gym were side-eyeing him, but who cared about that.
As Hiyoshi got closer, it became harder and harder to move without being seen. Moving when the door opened helped– Akutsu was on guard for people entering, that much was clear– but eventually even that wasn’t going to cut it. He took a few pictures from where he was, just as backup, but they weren’t nearly as clear as he wanted. There was nothing for it. Setting the camera to burst mode for the best chance of getting something usable, Hiyoshi stepped out from his hiding spot, activated the camera, and called to Akutsu, all at the same time. “Oi.”
Akutsu had spotted Hiyoshi even before he got that close. The equipment in the gym really wasn't good for playing hide-and-seek, although he had to give Hiyoshi some credit for staying as reasonably well hidden as he had. Still, when Hiyoshi called out, Akutsu was in a perfect position… Hands and arms raised defensively in front of his face to prevent any decent pictures, Akutsu shifted diagonally forward and to the side out from behind the bag, then straight forward, dropping his right arm in favor of smacking the camera out of Hiyoshi's hands. Before he even heard the clatter of it hitting the floor, his other hand darted out and grabbed Hiyoshi by the shirt collar. "How many times do I have to tell you," he growled. "No. Fucking. Pictures."
Hiyoshi’s instinct was to defend himself, not the camera, but he hardly had time to worry about it being knocked from his hands before Akutsu was coming at him again. Ah, he was fast. Hiyoshi threw a hand up to deflect the punch, but it was a grab, and when he felt the tug on his shirt he automatically closed his hand over Akutsu’s arm, holding it while Akutsu held him. Hiyoshi’s heart was pounding now, but it wasn’t fear. “Make me stop.” Yeah, that was a challenge.
Akutsu let go with a shove. “You’re not worth the effort. But if you really wanna look like something a sandworm shit out, that’s your kink.” He went to locate the camera and, once he found it, he stomped down on it, effectively breaking it into small pieces.
If there was anything that rubbed Hiyoshi the wrong way, it was being looked down on, which was exactly how he was interpreting Akutsu’s repeated comments about Hiyoshi not being worth his time. His smirk dropped, and he watched Akutsu break the camera, though he made no attempt to stop him. “That was Gakuto-san’s.”
“Like I give a damn whose it was.” Akutsu left the pieces of the camera on the floor, only bothering to make sure none of it had stuck in his shoe. Once he was done, he glared at Hiyoshi. “I lost track of the number’a times I toldja I ain’t gonna let you send a picture to some old hag I never met. I guess losin the camera can be the price Red pays for lettin’ himself get roped into your stupidity.”
Hiyoshi doubted Gakuto would mind so much about the camera, but once again it was the principle of the matter. He stepped right up to Akutsu, getting in his space, not ready to back down. “The only stupidity here is how hard you’re resisting.” Akutsu was significantly taller than Hiyoshi, but that didn’t stop Hiyoshi from staring him down.
Akutsu stared down at Hiyoshi’s mushroom head with a bored look on his face. “So if some rando you’d never met before suddenly wants you to smile pretty so they can send a picture back to another total stranger, you’d just do it? Makes you either very gullible or a total idiot.” Probably both.
“It’s a picture. It doesn’t matter.” Hiyoshi could care less about who had photos of him. What he did care about was Akutsu insulting his grandmother. “And she’s not ‘some rando’. She’s your grandmother. Show her some respect.”
“She’s some rando to me. She’s only my so-called grandmother by an accident of genetics, because your old man couldn’t keep it in his pants.” Akutsu spread out his hand and put it over Hiyoshi’s face, then pushed him away. “Blood don’t make family. And I don’t respect anyone that ain’t earned it with me.”
It was the same old argument, the only difference was this time, it was playing out in real life instead over the comms. Hiyoshi wasn’t about to let himself be pushed around, and he shoves Akutsu back, hard. “You are going to respect her, whether you like it or not.”
"Can't respect someone I ain't never met. What part of that do you not fucking understand?" Akutsu didn't block the shove, but he was braced for it. "Do kinda respect your mom for puttin your dad in the doghouse though. That's about as close as I'm gonna get." Despite feeling the need to punch something earlier, Akutsu wasn't exactly in the mood to have that something trying to punch back.
“Grandmother backed Mother up on that, idiot.” Hiyoshi shoved Akutsu again. He was solid, Hiyoshi would give him credit for that, but he was frustratingly stubborn. Completely unlike himself, who was being entirely reasonable and definitely not trying to pick a fight. “I don’t care what you think about the rest of them, but respecting your elders is basic. Or did your mother not teach you that growing up?”
Akutsu growled. Nobody got to talk shit about his mother, and Akutsu grabbed Hiyoshi by the shirt again, this time with both hands, lifting him up off the floor and spinning around to slam Hiyoshi’s back against the wall. “She taught me to be courteous to my elders when appropriate, but that respect must be earned by everyone, regardless of age or connection.” He leaned his weight into it, using his arms over Hiyoshi’s chest to keep him pinned. “You don’t even have my respect, and you’re right in fronta my face. Why would I bother with anyone off base?”
Hiyoshi knew comments about Akutsu’s mother was hitting low, but he hadn’t expected Akutsu to react quite so strongly about it, either. The slam hurt, but Hiyoshi hadn’t been sparring with Tooyama and Byodoin for nothing, and he held onto Akutsu’s wrists while Akutsu said his bit, taking the few given seconds to catch his breath and glaring straight at Akutsu the entire time. “So you don’t respect me. That’s fine. I’m going to earn it right now.” And then he double kicked Akutsu in the stomach, because what other way was there to gain someone’s respect besides fighting them.
Akutsu stumbled back at the kick, getting the wind knocked out of him and dropping Hiyoshi in the process. He took a few more steps back, putting distance between them while he caught his breath, but his eyes never left Hiyoshi. He watched every single move, every muscle twitch. “You think fighting me is going to get me to respect you? Newsflash: that’s the kind of shit a bully pulls.” He took a deep breath, resetting his breathing to be calm, even. “And all bullies get…is contempt.”
Hiyoshi was prepared for the fall, and immediately bounced back, ready to catch Akutsu on the rebound, and… then Akutsu had to go and say that. Hiyoshi faltered, stopping where he was and searching Akutsu’s face. The other man was completely on guard, completely ready, and based on that level of composure alone Hiyoshi knew he was a good fighter, and knowing that made Hiyoshi want to fight him all the more. But Hiyoshi wasn’t blind to the fact that this whole time, Akutsu had only been standing his ground, never pushing– in fact, he’d been the one deescalating things every time Hiyoshi had tried to provoke him.
And so Hiyoshi stood, stance ready but completely frozen, while he tried to figure out what to do. With no obvious answer coming to mind, he decided instead to come out with what he wanted so everything was fair and in the open. “I want to fight you. Fight me.” A moment later: “Please.”
Okay. Now that was surprising. Akutsu had expected Hiyoshi to charge at him, fists flying or some shit like that. Instead, he could tell Hiyoshi was sizing him up, much the same way he was sizing up Hiyoshi. And something had gotten Hiyoshi’s brain to jump tracks. Good. They might actually be making some kind of progress, like this.
Akutsu stood to his full height, but he relaxed his body. Mentally, he was still ready for anything, but the fact that Hiyoshi had even said ‘please’ was a sign he probably wasn’t going to just jump at him and attack. “Why?”
Again with the poignant responses. Why did he want to fight Akutsu? Because of adrenaline? For fun? Because he was cooped up on a base in the middle of nowhere with nowhere to direct his energy and he had been conditioned from a young age to pour his frustrations into hitting things? It definitely didn’t help that he’d joined the branch of the military filled with people who did the same.
“Because I can tell you’re strong.” It was the closest thing Hiyoshi could think of to a proper answer. He held his stance, but it was out of stubbornness now rather than real desire to fight.
Akutsu snorted, and since it was becoming increasingly apparent that Hiyoshi was a small enough threat at the
moment, he sat himself down on the weightlifting bench, leaning forward with his arms on his knees. “Don’t tell me all this picture bullshit was just a roundabout way to get yourself a sparring partner.” Probably not, but Akutsu was damned if he could think of any other reason for Hiyoshi being so damn insistent.
Hiyoshi dropped his stance. No matter how he looked at it, he wasn’t getting that fight today. “I wanted the picture because it would make Grandmother happy.” If there was anyone in his family Hiyoshi had a soft spot for, it was her. “I know you don’t give a shit about her, but I do.”
“You’re right. I don’t give a damn about her.” How could he give a damn about someone he’d never met? Finding out about her existence and that he apparently had a grandparent out there didn’t change anything on his end. It’s not like all of a sudden he was magically starstruck at the idea of family beyond his mother. “But making an absolute nuisance of yourself ain’t doin you any favors, either.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so stubborn.” As if Hiyoshi weren’t equally stubborn. At least they both also shared the ability to let insults roll off of them as long as they didn’t touch a specific nerve. Their conversation now was downright dignified compared to what had been going on a few minutes ago. “So you’re refusing to let me have a photo of you, under any circumstances in the foreseeable future?”
Akutsu raised an eyebrow. “Me. Stubborn. You looked in a mirror lately?” Hiyoshi was at least as stubborn. Maybe even moreso. It was a little weird. Maybe genetic…aaand that thought kinda grossed him out. “Oh, hey, lookit that. It finally got through that mushroom hair and into your head. Bout damn time.”
Hiyoshi narrowed his eyes in annoyance, but that was as much as he let it show. “Fine. I’ll stop bothering you about it.” Because even Hiyoshi knew a waste of time when he saw one, (and was hit over the head with it a few times.) He watched the cleaning bot sweeping up the leftover pieces of Gakuto’s camera while he finally started to accept how stupid this whole thing was. “...I’ll leave you alone now. Sorry about wasting your time, and the comment about your mother. It was inappropriate.” Hiyoshi didn’t sound particularly sorry, his voice was neutral as always, but he followed it up with a 90 degree bow which hopefully made up for it a little. Then, making good on his word, he turned and left.
Akutsu just blinked. That was it, huh? Just like that? Well okay then. He shrugged a little to himself, then went back to the punching bag. As he worked it over, he actually smirked a little. Congrats Hiyoshi. You just took the first step towards earning a little respect.
