Habiki was enjoying this, that much was obvious. He was taking his time as he took stuff out of his rucksack, Yujukumono could almost feel the arrogant triumph exuding off the ashen haired boy. He tried playing with the knot some more, discreetly at first, hoping to escape while the jackass before him was distracted with whatever he was doing. But as he got no progress he started frustratingly pulling on the rope once more, obvious in his escape attempt and his failure. It really did seem like he wasn't getting out of this chair without pulling off the rope escape technique. And soon, the paper clan boy was once again facing him, as a stench starred to fill the room. Ugh!! What, did you do?! Become as trashy on the outside as you are on the inside?
But as the smell continued to permeate the room, the grey haired boy would approach him, stuffing whatever he'd been working on in his pocket. With Yuju just managing to catch a glimpse of a pen being stuffed into the boys bag before he'd turned around to face the tied up young boy. But the black haired boy was still in the dark for the most part, he had no idea what he'd been writing, or what he was even pulling tying him up like this. But before the explanation, his sadist captor made a point that he in fact did NOT have a sister complex, and the boy couldn't help but let out a stifled snort before looking up at Habiki once more, his eyes having changed from light blue from the morning in class to a deeper indigo now that it was midday. Yeah. That doesn't sound defensive at all. But outside his little commentary, he didn't interrupt the boy from speaking, though he obviously didn't like what he was hearing. I don't know, maybe you're one of those idiot savants when it comes to breaking bones.
The boy obviously didn't feel quite unsettled with the situation to start taking it too seriously, or at least seriously enough to not be insulting the one person who can free him at the moment. And that was because he knew that once sensei came into this mess, there'd be hell to pay. Which is why when Habiki jumped on his desk right in front of him as he said what he did next as if for dramatic effect, Yujus eyes raised in alarm.
As the paper clan boy went on to claim he'd gotten permission for this, Yuju couldn't hide the shocked expression, though he did shake it off. The boy was pretty good at hiding his feelings, after all. But this time he wasn't exaggerating his emotions. You're bluffing. Chikap-sensei would never sanction an idiot like you to do anything, especially after he caught you after you sucker punched me. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice now, more serious at the supposed révélation. It seemed the snark had ended, at least for now. But it was the grey haired bastard standing atop of him, towering over him while standing on his desk, turn to taunt him now, offering hints in exchange for an apology, and the papers he was holding. And that's when Yujus eyes went even wider as he finally realized what those were. Paper notes?! That's fuuinjutsu, it's not in the lessons! Where'd you learn too do that?! Yuju was starting to realize just how bad his predicament he was in now, his face growing darker as he scowled up at the boy. It doesn't matter...I don't need your hints anyways...I know how it works. You use chakra to dislocate your arms by...Umm...
The boy hesitated. In truth, he did have a vague idea of how it worked. You dislocate your arms with chakra so it doesn't hurt or have any real damage. As to the mechanics of how to do that, well...That was another story. But he'd be damned if he'd ask this bastard for help. So he'd try it out. Channel chakra through his body to his shoulders, trying to figure out on the fly just what to do as Habiki stared at him so smugly, like he was superior. Yuju couldn't hold his tongue as he tried to escape. And you know what, I am sorry. Sorry you wanna KISS YOUR SISTER!
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