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i don't i don't give a fuck bitch

It hasn't been long since everything returned to normal in Morioh. Jotaro and Joseph had left, their town was scrubbed clean of any everyday villains, and Josuke had his friends friends and school. It was so normal and completely bizarre after living through those hectic months chasing Kira. The biggest thing he had to worry about now was the math test he hadn't studied for staring him in the face. He countered the dreaded test by staring question one right in the face. This teacher was a devil for including this many questions that required being graphed.

He could have studied with Koichi or Jotaro if the latter was still in town. Even that old man Joseph had been helpful once or twice with English before he had left. Josuke couldn't help but frown. Had he gotten that reliant on those guys? It was a good thing that everything was calm enough for them to leave. Even if it meant everything went back to being boring too. No... He couldn't say that either. Koichi and Okuyasu were still around and did he ever have friends as close as them before the whole fiasco? He definitely didn't. He'd just have to come up with an adventure for them to go on himself after class. Something a lot more exciting than algebra. Tap, tap, tap. His mind was officially wandering, tapping his mechanical pencil against his desk rather than doing his work.

So much so, in fact, that his chin nearly slips off his propped up hand when the teacher calls out five more minutes. What? That had to be a lie! In a panic he shoots a look left and right at all his nearly finished classmates. He can't do this in time-

"Psst!" Josuke practically bores holes into the side of Okuyasu's head with his desperate look. In a definitely not quiet enough whisper he beseeches his dear friend, "Dude, what's number one?!" It's not his finest moment but Koichi was way too far for whispers to work.

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Morning yen slights notwithstanding, this level of treatment is ice cold. Josuke isn't aware that it is truly happening for a good few seconds the betrayal hits him so deeply. As Okuyasu slams his pencil down he is still waving his hand trying to get his attention, like he wasn't being blatantly ignored. And then he stands up and is out of his reach forever.

The smug look finally drives the intent home and Josuke cannot believe. He snaps his hand back against his chest, expression completely mystified. You help a guy with his homework near daily and he won't let you cheat off his test every once in a while. That hurts deep, bro. Emotional turmoil or not he is running out of time and Josuke breaks eye contact to busy himself with throwing numbers onto the page. He would still get a 0, that's for certain, but the paper wouldn't be blank at least. Maybe he could pretend like it was thrown in the incinerator trash pile by accident later before his mom got a chance to see it.

He was going to have a nice chat with Okuyasu during break though. He had some explaining to do.

And there he goes, up to the front desk and out of Josuke's dirty cheater range forever. Or at least for the next fifteen seconds. Okuyasu half-turns when he gets there, just to be sure that he makes eye contact with Josuke the moment he puts his test on the pile of already completed papers. The teacher is watching. Other classmates are watching. He all but beams across the room, shoots Josuke a none-too-subtle fingergun, and heads back to his seat.

After a couple seconds of picking up his pencil and playing with it - it's balanced on his nose at this point - his gaze slides over to Josuke and his suffering like none of that just happened.

"Dude," he whispers out the corner of his mouth, choosing now to be subtle. "Did you say something? Wait until lunch, man."

Josuke is frantic at this point. The fingergun is going to get stored away to be complained about later but this is a life or death situation. His pencil is flying, graphs are wobbly appearing on the page, he will make sure it looks like he made an effort. The seconds are ticking away on the clock at the front of the room. He is going to pointedly ignore that smugness coming from the side!

All too quickly the last minute ends and the teacher calls pencils down. Defeated, Josuke hands the abyssal paper over and face plants onto his desk. You know it's important when he doesn't even care about squishing his pompadour. There's a whine of pain coming from this wounded animal as the teacher announces the end of class.

Edited 2015-10-26 02:11 (UTC)

Okuyasu spends his last minutes of class looking pre-tty relaxed, all things considered. It's entirely a show, given that he definitely earned like a 25 on that test and he's going to be feeling that later, but for now he keeps playing with his pencil without a care in the world. Sucks to suck at math, huh Josuke?

When class ends he stands, scooting out into the aisle between seats to lean on Josuke's desk and peer down at him. He gives Josuke a couple seconds before he starts to nudge him to sit up. Come on, dude. Lunch. Let's go.

The arrival of lunch is the silver lining on this travesty but that doesn't mean that Josuke has forgotten that shit, Judas. He turns his head, cheek pressed against the table, to look balefully up at Okuyasu.

"You owe me a pudding." That is the only way he is going to forgive him. Even if the ice cream is brought he will not budge on this. He was having a crisis before about the state of his life and then you stabbed him in the back of his feelings.

Even for Okuyasu, who is a huge crybaby, this is a bit much. He blinks down at Josuke and frowns, although it's closer to a pout than a frown of actual upset--Josuke is so lucky Okuyasu thinks he's so great, honestly. But still, "Think of it as bad karma for being so stingy this morning."

He's the stingy one. What happened to Mr. Big Spender?

"I'll think about it if you hurry up, dude," he adds because of course he does, not that he can afford a pudding with the pitiful few yen he has on him right now. He nudges Josuke again to convey to him that they don't have all day to go get lunch and eat it, so come on.

They are teenage boys they have to find their dramatics somewhere. Anyway, Josuke finally stands up from his desk to head out for food, which he's gonna do without stopping since he expects Okuyasu to follow quickly after that impatience. He shoots a look over his shoulder at him, "You can get it later but I definitely won't forget" He totally means that. They may have been the best of best friends but there are limits.

More importantly than any future pudding? Where the hell are they going to eat right now. It's going to be his treat anyway but he's still going to ask what Okuyasu wants since it's a given they aren't going to the cafeteria. Most of the animosity is gone from his voice since he has appeased himself with the pudding deal when he asks, "Where do you want to go?"

He's following, he's following. Don't get antsy about it, jeez. Okuyasu shrugs at the threat of having a pudding debt lorded over him forever - that honestly is probably not the first one - and deeply considers where to go for lunch.

That is marginally more important than the whole debate, after all. He fishes in his pocket for the not-ice-cream money he didn't bother to put back in his wallet before, counting it on his palm again. "I only have, like, 200 yen."

He pauses, then frowns. Why is lunch so hard to get all the time-- "I don't even have enough money for chicken nuggets, Josuke."

Seriously, dude? Josuke just raises an eyebrow. Where does all his money go especially since he was so stingy with it. He shrugs and digs into his pocket to figure out his own fund situation, which thankfully has enough for at least a semi-decent meal. Or two mediocre ones. Josuke scrunches up his face in thought at that dilemma. He needs insight from his bro for this, "Do you want to just get some breads or split a meal? You can throw your 200 into the pot and we'll call it even."

This is the level of generosity he will only show Okuyasu.

Ice cream, man. The rest goes into the bank and so might as well not exist until he's a grown adult or whatever. He sighs about their lunch options because they're... just as mediocre as they usually are, all things considered - and he's hungry! He didn't have breakfast, come on!

So, "Let's split something. I'm gonna starve if I have to survive on bread for the rest of the day, man!"

Stingy or no, he trusts Josuke to not take back this lunch offer (while there's a pudding at stake), so he quickly recounts his 200 yen to be sure it's really enough and then drops the coins into Josuke's hand. He's making that desolate, I-Will-Really-Starve face as he does this; it's up to Josuke to actually make a purchase before Okuyasu veers off into desserts.

Since they have no grand plans to get coveted sandwiches or anything Josuke waves them into the convenience store at the corner by their school. They are teenagers, they are allowed to eat mediocre bentos and pretend like it's healthy or any better than school provided food. "It's not my fault you didn't eat this morning," because he knows Okuyasu and why he is against snacks that would save money. He lets it drop with the one comment though because some people don't have moms to make rice in the morning for them and it's awkward to be reminded about that.

Instead! Food. Josuke is staring at the array of lunches since it's obviously going to be his choice in the end. Privilege of the one paying and all. Well, since Okuyasu mentioned chicken earlier... He grabs one of the fried chicken and shows off his choice by waving it back and forth with a goofy smile. "Lucky! It's a special!" he isn't bankrupting himself over food, they can actually afford a drink from a vending machine afterwards!

So with that boon he walks over to the counter to pay and let the worker heat up the food for them.

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