And then, puffing out her small chest like a king, she coldly thrust her chin upwards.Įven at a time like this, she was the king of the carnivores, the atrocious wild tiger.
Taiga arrogantly snorted then slid with her bottom towards the center of the monopolized sofa. Unable to bear sitting on the same sofa with the wild beast any longer, Ryūji quickly stood up while pretending to remain indifferent. "What’s with that.? Fine, do whatever you want." In truth, they were nothing more than a physical hereditary trait. In terms of appearance, Ryūji was her equal - mostly black eyes with a hint of blue, his eyes gave off a knife-like glint as he met Taiga’s stare head on. Her eyes that had avoided Ryūji's for nearly an hour now looked straight at him, filled with terrible killing intent and overflowing contempt. In the center of this world that she ruled, Taiga cracked her right knuckles noisily. as her low growl crept along the ground, their surroundings instantly transformed into a jungle that reeked of blood. ".needing a dog to be worried about me, I've really fallen far, haven't I? What I want to do is my business, not yours! If you try to order me around again." He had said this out of concern, as she looked tired, but. Seeing her like this, Ryūji told her, "You should go home first." Next to him, Taiga sighed as well, and started to twirl her waist-long hair. Feeling depressed and unbearably weary, Ryūji subconsciously sighed to himself. That is to say, it had been nearly an hour already since they had rushed here by taxi. Not letting it bother him, Ryūji flipped open his cell phone, Tacking on "I forgot my watch," as if talking to herself, Taiga turned towards Ryūji, her face pale white even in the dark. It seemed like the attached emergency department of the University Hospital was busier than ever, even on weeknights. Only the revolving red light remained its flashes dragging Ryūji's and Taiga's silhouettes across the linoleum floor.
The deafening siren cut off abruptly, as if stifled.
Moreover, he didn't have the strength to argue anymore, nor was this the time to do so anyway.Īn ambulance drove past the window, the sudden, piercing siren causing Ryūji to jump. He had arrived early on the conclusion that no matter what he said, he would be wasting his time. On the same sofa, sitting as far left as possible, Takasu Ryūji looked down at his own fingernails with his vicious, upturned, razor-sharp eyes. "It's all your fault! You're the one who's in the wrong!"Īs if to emphasize her point, Aisaka Taiga, sitting alone on the rightmost edge of the sofa, muttered under her breath again. "It's all your fault!" she said monotonously, yet in a tone dripping with displeasure, causing her low voice to pierce through the quiet corridors of the nighttime emergency room.
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