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"SHIDOU... YOU CANT keep doing this."
"ha?! why's that?"
you sighed for the hundredth time within the span of an hour, "do you know how many boys come in here weekly with a bloody face or a broken bone? even your OWN teammates. i don't understand what the animosity is..."
"they're annoying."
you whacked the back of his head in frustration, "SO?! MAN UP, DAMN IT!"
shidou's eyebrow twitched.
"i did. that's why they come in here with a bloody face or broken bones." he said, mocking your own words and using them against you, all while seething through his teeth to avoid blowing a fuse with you.
"what i meant was control your anger, and ignore them." you seethed back.
"but then that wouldn't be a man up, now would it?" he retorted sassily, crossing his arms and looking down at you.
the irk on your temple grew, thumping with impatience, "you just love to piss me off."
"nothin' makes me happier, empress. can i leave now?"
"nope. hop in the ice bath."
"fuck."
the two of you peered over at the widely opened door after hearing a small knock, finding yukimiya in the frame.
"why, good morning, angel! is the devil giving you a hard time?"
"shut the fuck up, four-eyes." shidou retorted.
yukimiya chuckled friendlily, faking his next tone, "ouch."
you deadpanned, flipping a switch to get the bath started, "come on shidou, stop acting like a child."
ryusei had lots of tension and soreness on his back, and the longer he was in bluelock, the worse it seemed to progress. you watched film, realizing it was likely due to the flexibility efforts he put into his goals.
but, at the same time, he never stretched. obviously, he was bound to have issues. sometimes, like today, there was bruising and swollenness basking his skin. it was slightly red and purple around the spine, and you could feel the knots beneath his shoulder blades.
therefore, after a massage and deep stretching, you made him get in the ice bath (which was the very thing he dreaded most). it was a daily routine by now, you didn't get why he always insisted on arguing with you.
the pink-eyed teen grumbled under his breath, but complied to your directions anyways and followed your lead to the other side of the room. he plopped himself into the tub, shivering at the feeling of the intense coolness the water had.
