Ruri-Irur

Shishido cursed and snatched his finger away from his locker, sticking it in his mouth. He took it out and examined it, seeing bright crimson oozing from the small gash. “Stupid locker!” he growled bitterly, slamming it shut only to have the same finger get caught in the door. “Ow!” He pulled his finger out of the door now to see it bruised with shades of black, purple, and green. “Damn locker!” “Now, now. Don’t get frustrated at an inanimate object.” Shishido whirled around to see Oshitari standing behind him with a slight grin on his face. “Tsk, tsk,” he wagged his finger. “C