peering out from the under the rim of his hat, he holds a steady glare in the other’s direction. there’s immediate distrust formed at a single glance. he doesn’t look like a hero to kouta. he looks like some punk BITCH just wasting his time. did his parents mistake yuuei for boot camp ?! that’s alright, the pussycats’ll straighten him out anyways. he may look tough now, but they’ll have him crawling back to his dorm each night.
❝ what are you looking at?! ❞ he asks, gaze still locked onto the blond. as if he’d let this go --- trying to argue with people at least a decade older was always entertaining. kouta had matured far past his years; life made sure of that. the way that people looked down at him for being so young only made it easier to have the upper - hand in an argument.
@quirksplode \\ ☂