“Since when you start comin' here so late?”īaffled, you could only stutter out an answer: “Th-that's.I'm usually too busy during the day-”
Teeth grit, he stepped even closer to you, his shoes almost touching your bare feet. Either way, it had startled you, but now that fear was stemming from confusion more than anything else.
To say nothing of how he managed to get in here in the first place. At first his sudden barging in here when it was already pretty late and he was hardly welcome had seemed odd. “O-Oowada, what are you.what are you doing in here?” you shied away from him instinctively, pressing your back even tighter to the metal behind it. That was the perfect word to describe it. It was a kind of look you had never seen him show before, not even when he'd been on one of his manly rants. His piercing eyes glared down at you from a shadowed gaze, not just due to the one his hair cast either. Not the kind of giant you'd expect to be hanging around in the girls' changing room, but yet here he was, towering over you, cornering you against the place where you had been hoping to retrieve your belongings and get out of here, just so you could go take a well needed rest. Mondo Oowada, the biker thug with a rough attitude. But it would usually be because of something petty (like one of his numerous bro feuds with Ishimaru), and he'd usually only be letting himself get infuriated for the sake of bravado. He was usually angry for some reason or another, granted. The locker door felt like ice against your back.