—Even though he might not have wanted it at all.
Amuro Tooru did not know the details of the situation, but the cause and the outcome were no secret, he naturally knew them as well.
The youth tossed his hair, a drop or two of sweat dripping down his strands, while his face maintained that habitually displayed gentle smile. Perhaps because he was alone with the new senior, his voice inevitably betrayed a hint of his true emotions.
"That's because the mission Vermouth gave was too simple." The Top of Police Academy, who had not yet fully outgrown his youth, was very confident, at this moment, he was unusually childish, his grayish-purple eyes carrying a hint of unwillingness.
However, he was not an arrogant person after all. Seeing the disapproving expression on his senior's face, Amuro Tooru also admitted with a hint of reluctance:
Alright.. that Rye guy does have some skill.
"You should be careful of him in the future." For reasons both understood, Scotland did not speak plainly, but Amuro understood his meaning.
I understand." The youth turned to face the training ground, flexing his wrists slightly. "Actually, I'm not being that serious about it—
Amuro Tooru turned his head and said with a smile, "I heard that for this Ability Evaluation, Rye fell into the hands of that 'ruthless and cold' Gin—"
“Amuro—!” Sugra's usually gentle voice was tinged with urgency as it rang out beside Amuro, forcefully cutting into the blonde-haired youth's unfinished words in an attempt to interrupt him.
—But you'll have your skin peeled off.
He finished the whole sentence anyway.
“……” Scotland's expression was somewhat strange.
Amuro Tooru blinked, his clear, bright greyish-purple eyes filled with confusion.
"What's wrong?" the Blonde-haired youth asked, puzzled.
He saw Scotland give a helpless, crescent-eyed smile, the gentle youth sighed, giving his junior an indicating look.
Whether he was overthinking it or not, Amuro Tooru always felt that this look was filled with pity.
As if looking at a brat who was looking for trouble.
He turned to look in the direction of Scotland's gaze, looking bewildered—
Alright, I finally know why Senior's expression was so strange.
A silver-haired youth appeared at the entrance of the training ground. With his hands in his pockets and his long legs crossed, he leaned half-relaxed against the wall by the door, watching them with a faint, enigmatic smile.
Long silver hair, a black trench coat, a black fedora.
—A very distinct and signature look.
And that aura, which set him apart from the crowd, was just as eye-catching as his attire.
The moment he locked eyes with the turning Amuro Tooru, the beautiful lips of the "ruthless and cold" Gin curled into a slight arc, revealing a hint of mocking interest.
Light shimmered within those green eyes, Amuro Tooru faintly felt the subtle pressure directed toward him.
Amuro Tooru..
Top of Police Academy is a bit dazed right now. Can anyone tell him what to do when he gets caught talking behind someone's back?
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Author's Note: This story teaches us that if you need medical attention, you must go to a regular hospital.
Akai, who was so heartbroken he couldn't even drink a sip of water for three seconds.
And also, be careful not to get caught talking behind people's backs.
Also, feeling a brief moment of heartache for Amuro-kun.
..
Thanks to Morin Little Angel's landmine, love you, mwah~
Thank you, Kay Little Angel, for the landmine, love you mwah~
Chapter 31: Chapter 29: A Slight Brush Against His Cheek
It is hard to say exactly what Amuro Tooru's current mood is.
The moment he was grabbed by the throat and slammed violently onto the ground, besides the burning resentment in the Blonde-haired youth's purplish-gray eyes, there was also a hint of "just as I thought" helplessness.
After all, this was already the third time he had been slammed down.
How did all of this begin?
It was likely when, after being caught red-handed, Amuro maintained the smile he used for his daily routine—even though it had become as stiff as could be, while his heart was filled with utter confusion.
The silver-haired youth looked over with a half-smile; although he had not yet spoken, his green eyes, carrying a faint sense of pressure, had already informed Amuro of a fact that was not particularly pleasant for him.
It would be difficult to gloss over this matter with mere banter.
But he still had to struggle a little.
The blonde-haired youth put on the most sincere expression he could muster. "May I ask.. when did you arrive?"
The Silver-haired youth brushed his bangs aside with his left hand, his expression calm and indifferent. "From the moment you said, 'I heard that for this Ability Evaluation, Rye fell into the hands of that 'ruthless and cold' Gin—'"
Amuro Tooru..
Well, Amuro didn't think he could pull off a deception either.
Having been with the Black Organization for over a year, Amuro naturally knew that the organization did not lack capable people.
Most capable people also have their temperaments.
Gin was a standout among those capable individuals, he was also notoriously ruthless and cold within the Black Organization; Amuro Tooru was not so naive as to think those descriptions could be linked to being "easy to get along with."
Although he held no hope of passing safely, Amuro still hoped in his heart that Gin was not a petty man—otherwise, given his position in the Black Organization, making his life difficult would be far too easy.
The silver-haired youth stared at him for a while—under his gaze, Amuro felt a chill climb up from his tailbone, leaving the back of his neck feeling cold.
He couldn't help but frown; he vaguely felt that Gin probably wasn't very angry, yet this state of uncertainty made him feel a bit irritated.
Especially the demeanor of the Silver-haired youth.
Green eyes held a hint of indifference amidst a half-smile, Amuro unexpectedly thought of a lion in the jungle, gazing lazily at its prey, batting at it with its paws to play rather than attacking directly.
It was as if victory was already in hand, laced with a sense of lofty confidence and composure.
To be fair, it was quite intense—if he weren't targeting him.
“What were you originally planning to practice?” The Silver-haired youth's pale lips parted, uttering a few syllables.
Amuro Tooru answered honestly, "Close-quarters combat."
As soon as those words were spoken, the Silver-haired youth's beautifully shaped lips curled slightly, a hint of interest colored his brow.
Gin raised an eyebrow. "Let's have a match."
Amuro instinctively felt a sense of foreboding.
So.. you've been waiting for me here?
Reason told him it would be best to politely decline—he didn't mind belittling himself a little.
However, refusing.. seemed not so easy. Amuro thought, what kind of excuse should he use?
"Do you dare not?" Gin tilted his head slightly, his voice low and hoarse, yet with a slight upward inflection at the end that carried a hint of sarcasm. Coupled with his mocking expression, it was an unintentional declaration of provocation.
Smooth silver hair slid from his shoulder, reflecting glints of cold light under the lights of the training ground.
The moonlight-like silver in his memory flashed through his mind, leaving his rationality on the brink of collapse.
Refusing isn't that easy—so then, don't refuse; finding an excuse is difficult for the moment—so then, don't look for one.
The hot-blooded Public Security felt a twisted impulse seeping from his very marrow, merging into his blood, as a surge of excited fighting spirit made his gaze turn sharp and bright.
The blonde-haired youth blinked, the gentle, sunny smile that usually graced his face turned somewhat enthusiastic; his gaze stared straight at Gin, scanning his body almost deliberately, inch by inch, as his fingers trembled slightly.
Amuro Tooru could not help but lick his lips.
Although he knew Gin's strength was certainly formidable, but—
He wasn't weak himself.
Who knows what the outcome will be?
Top of Police Academy's competitive spirit was ignited, his clear, decisive voice echoed through the corners of the training ground: "Then let's do it!"
Beside him, Scotland wore an expression of being unable to watch, thinking to himself, could it be that Furuya had taken the wrong medicine today?
..
As a result, it was all very clear.
He couldn't help but feel that he had been truly foolish a few minutes ago, when, under Gin's mocking gaze, he had agreed to his suggestion—or rather, his threat—of "let's have a match."
It seems the gap in strength—at least when it comes to combat—is still quite significant..
Waves of frustration surged in his heart, but although the young Public Security officer was confident and proud, he was not the type of person who could not handle defeat.
He admitted his defeat, but he would not accept it so easily.
Well.. who knows what the future holds?
But—
That bastard Gin doesn't keep his word!
How the hell could this be just one round? It's been several rounds, hasn't it?!
After being slammed several times in succession, Amuro Tooru felt waves of pain radiating from his back. After several rounds, his physical strength was nearly exhausted; large beads of sweat soaked his blond hair, his clothes were more than halfway drenched, tiny droplets of sweat beaded on the tip of his straight nose.
He was held pinned to the ground by Gin in a state of exhaustion.
The silver-haired youth gripped his neck with his left hand, but since the outcome had already been decided, he did not use excessive force out of personal spite. His right arm was wrapped around Amuro's waist, restraining his movements, the skin of his forearm could feel the warmth of the blonde-haired youth's waist.
—and firm, lean abdominal muscles.
Gin's right leg pressed against Amuro's side, ready to change position at any moment to either attack or restrain him.
His left leg crossed over Amuro's leg, pinning it down and restricting his movements.
Therefore, for Amuro, there was no need to even consider breaking free; this position was simply too disadvantageous.
If he could have broken free and counterattacked even in this position, he wouldn't have been pinned to the ground with his throat half-choked.
Although lying on the ground saves energy, this position.. is a bit bad.