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“…” Shujin had no choice but to shut up - Ryu had more or less rendered him speechless.
“I literally didn’t insult you other than saying that you’re a shit person.” He repeated slowly, tasting the words on his tongue and trying to see if they somehow sounded less moronic in his voice. They didn’t. “And insisting on calling me ‘Pinky’, and constantly insulting my dick… Don’t count as insults?” He was trying to find some logic in the other boy’s pronouncements, “You called me fugly in the trial, as well. And your language is filthy. You’re crass and bitchy - and I’m not sure why in hell I’m still sitting here talking to you when trying reconcile with you is clearly flogging a dead horse. Shut your eyes.”
Shujin waited a few seconds to give Ryu a chance to do so, not really caring if he did or not, before standing up and wrapping his towel around his waist as he climbed out of the tub, “I think maybe it would be an improvement to both our lives if we agree to stay away from each other, since you clearly have no interest in being civil.”
He reached over to his underwear and trousers, slipping into them, before pulling his shirt and jacket on over his shoulders, not bothering to button them up as he reached into the other pool and hooked Ryu’s glasses out of it, setting them beside him on the edge of the hot tub.
He started to walk away, then hesitated, sitting down on the bench beside the pool and pulling a magazine out of his bag to read, legs crossed over. “…I’ll stay here until you get out. For caution’s sake.”
He wasn’t worried that Ryu might try to murder someone - The cryptographer had a distinctive aura of being all bark and no bite. But he’d been easily winded, just by a shove from Shujin, who definitely couldn’t have been labelled strong under any circumstance. Ryu was irritating, rude and obnoxious, maybe… But Shujin didn’t really want him dead…
Ryu had more or less began to tone Shujin out, his throbbing headache and heavy eyes made him not too keen on listening to the other’s ramblings and bitching. “I diiiidn’t call you fugly, I called you Fuck-ugly. Fugly is juvenile and sounds dumb. I’m cooler than that.”
He began to question why he needed to cover his eyes, but when Shujin rose out of the water, his head snapped so hard to the side that he felt some whiplash. Despite his nearsightedness leavinghim unable to really see anything beyond his own fingertips, his hands cover his eyes and he makes a throaty noise, “Eughhh couldn’t you give me a fucking warning before going ass out?” He groans before continuing, Shujin’s proposition pulling his tense body into a state of ease, “Yes. Yes oh my god that is such a good idea.” His lungs deflated of air, feeling so much more relaxed now that Shujin suggested that.
The click of his glasses on the poolside next to him, brought him to uncover his eyes, one hand going to toy with the arms of the blue glasses, anxeity making itself known. As time passed, it became clear that Shujin really wasn’t going to leave, making Ryu intensely wary. “For caution’s sake...” He mumbles under his breath, paranoia gripping his mind. His breath became laboured with fear, amplified by his lack of sleep.
The best course of action, he decided,was to get out of the pool and head to his room, somewhere that was more his own. He rose out of the pool, too caught up in his own declining mental state to throw out a snappy comment. All he does is unzip his completely soaked sweatshirt, while he walked to the changing rooms, and toss it at the Pink boy, leaving him only in his binder and swim trunks. The whole time, under his breath, he muttered Prime Numbers, counting up as far as he could to calm himself.
After hurrying into his close, he sits there in the doorway of the locker room, arms crossed. “I’m leaving to go back to my room. But i’m not gonna fucking leave unless you are in front of me so i know you’re not going to attack me.”
