Rough touch broza
3. Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
“OW! Shittymatsu-- what are you doing?!”
This is probably the third time that week that Osomatsu and Choromatsu had gotten into an argument. Only this time, before the oldest is able to throw a punch or a shove, Karamatsu had stepped in to grip a large portion of his hair, yanking him backward and away from Choro.
“Let go!! It hurts!” Osomatsu yells, hands jerking upward to wrap around Karamatsu’s wrist, trying to pry open his grip. His neck is strained from being pulled backward so suddenly, and his head is aching from how badly it stings. He doesn’t know why, out of all the ways to restrain him, the second oldest decided to go with hair-pulling.
Watch out, Karamatsu, he’s going to turn on you, next.
