Grapes of Wrath - noncitta closed
[➹] Hase wasn’t one that allowed himself to be made a fool of for long. Even if his tongue might not have been as sharp or clever as others, he could at least back up his words with some sort of force behind them. He could trust his fists, even if they were bloodied and bruised.
He could remember the lilt of the Kureshima’s eyes, the small smirk. At the time, he hadn’t thought anything of it--everyone here was exactly the same, weren’t they? Scrabbling for power.
He didn’t expect to lose, though. And now that wasn’t something that he could deal with, not when there were so many people that knew of his humiliating defeat. He wasn’t even sure if it appeared difficult at all. In his mind, there was only one way to right this wrong.
Some people might have called Hase creepy, for having trailed the younger one this far, but he called it appropriate action, and as soon as he deemed it safe enough he strode forward, fury written on his face.
“Oi, brat!” He hissed, gathering up the material of Micchi’s shirt in his fists and trying to slam the other’s back against the wall. “Do ya think you’re clever or something?”










