No doubt a man this fierce in regards to the protection of their beloved school should be feared and revered, general consensus amongst the students leaning strongly in his favor. Respect was not an escaped concept for the guardian of the rain, rather that his choice of expression came in small, considerate doses between gazes met in passing and the homage paid in observation of his participation with the rest of their ‘crowd’.
So close he could almost feel the chill of the weapon against his adam’s apple, he swallowed instinctively, smile still etched nearly permanently across his mouth.
“Maa, maa, take it easy. I’m not as naive as I used to be. I’m pretty confident I’m going to get high marks, just you wait!!”
He did not shy away from the threat of harm as if he believed Hibari would go so far as to injure him more than frighten him into action. Well aware of the cloud’s prowess, he gave a submissive bow of his head, let flesh brush the chill at the end of Hibari’s tonfa, tongue pressed to cheek.
“Thanks for reminding me. Sometimes I forget that the sun sets later than it used to now. Na, were you watching me, though? Do you think my batting form’s a little off? I got slammed in that last game, it threw my arm a little. I’ve been wearing a wrist brace at home to try and straighten it out.”
食い殺す| | The transgression wasn’t entirely dire, and there was nothing quite as riling as an individual who made no consideration for his strength - there was but the satisfying sound of a nascent throat that realized its current predicament, while the young athlete himself didn’t seem consciously aware of his folly.
“Ensure it, Yamamoto Takeshi.”
Amusement crept into the dull navy of the elder’s gaze, frustration evident, a hint of havoc playing at the predator’s lips, revealing just a sliver of ivory fang.
Even at this time, this reprobate dared to try and soothe the situation, to make him, what, forcefully quell his own aggravation? That was this boy’s way, but that did not mean he was tied down into just leaving his fellow Guardian’s nature be.
As soon as there was any hint of flesh against his weapon, the Committee Head lowered it to his side, all the terminology floating idly into one ear and out the other - for a mere moment, a glance was cast askance towards the linked fence behind them, then back up, to finally address the concern.
He spoke, but it was distracted - listless waves of shallow thunder, as that tonfa ascended once again, this time to gently tilt the younger student’s chin upwards, while encouraging the jock to tilt his head enough for the beast to get a look at his shoulder.
“Are you able still able to compete?
I’ll bite you to death,
if you bring Namimori to an athletic loss simply because you won’t rest.
Yes, your accuracy is a bit off,
it was noticeable while you were crowding together with your team.
You always guard your injuries less than subtly.”
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