[That's fine - at this point Cyrus doesn't expect much else from Tokiomi. In fact, he even makes himself scarce for a few days, going about his business the way he did before he decided to toy with Tokiomi.
Then the notes begin to appear - and while they begin as completely innocent confessions, the sexual innuendo begins to sneak in, and the worst part of it is rumors are staring to go around. People will whisper and speculate, naturally, an sometimes Cyrus carefully, purposefully takes a moment to look up from the girls he likes to surround himself with and give Tokiomi a knowing sort of grin.]
[Little rumors do a lot. For someone as uptight as Tokiomi, it feels like having the world he's carefully crafted for himself chipped at ruthlessly, pulled to bits right out of his arms.
Being stared at is hard. Being laughed at harder. The assumptions that go with the rumors are quick to go beyond their starting points, and soon enough he finds people he doesn't even know making the kinds of faces and gestures at him that he generally considers rude to make in public.
It's all behind the teachers' backs, of course. But classroom bullying is quick to spiral -- after a few weeks he's feeling both humiliated, frustrated, and scared. A hand where it doesn't belong in the hallway is the last straw, and he finally finds himself marching up to Cyrus after school feeling closer to violence than he ever has been.]
Naturally his knees give out and he crumbles with an undignified squeak, but as he does he grabs Tokiomi's shirt and gives it a rough tug because bitch you aren't escaping that easily.]
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[that's very suspicious!]
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[He is pretty sure he can handle the harassment in that case. It can't be that bad...]
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[For now he plans to be stubborn until Cyrus gets bored.]
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Then the notes begin to appear - and while they begin as completely innocent confessions, the sexual innuendo begins to sneak in, and the worst part of it is rumors are staring to go around. People will whisper and speculate, naturally, an sometimes Cyrus carefully, purposefully takes a moment to look up from the girls he likes to surround himself with and give Tokiomi a knowing sort of grin.]
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Being stared at is hard. Being laughed at harder. The assumptions that go with the rumors are quick to go beyond their starting points, and soon enough he finds people he doesn't even know making the kinds of faces and gestures at him that he generally considers rude to make in public.
It's all behind the teachers' backs, of course. But classroom bullying is quick to spiral -- after a few weeks he's feeling both humiliated, frustrated, and scared. A hand where it doesn't belong in the hallway is the last straw, and he finally finds himself marching up to Cyrus after school feeling closer to violence than he ever has been.]
Stop.
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[His feigned innocence is paper thin - things panned out just as he wanted, and he has no reason to keep up much of a front anymore]
Could it be you've missed me?
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[He's more than a little desperate, and it's making his pretensions dissolve.]
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he's just going to kick Cyrus
in the junk]
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Naturally his knees give out and he crumbles with an undignified squeak, but as he does he grabs Tokiomi's shirt and gives it a rough tug because bitch you aren't escaping that easily.]
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Let go!
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But you kicked me!
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[Are they attracting some attention? SURE ARE...]
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[he doesn't believe you!!]
Let go.
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[He's just gonna. Go ahead and let go.]
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... Leave.
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