Hehe. Draaable! Somehow, Yumichika and nailpolish makes me giggle. I just love the idea. And he's so be the kind of person to test the colours on paper first. XDDD

Academy days fic! Just the idea of these two being at the Academy makes me happy. I have this weird idea that maybe they joined around the same time as Shuuhei, so he gets a cameo here.

So, um, implied Yumichika/Ikkaku, Shuuhei!cameo, paper door abuse, ect.

Enjoy "Polished Destruction"!!

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"Yumichika."

"Hn?"

"...YOU'VE BEEN DOING THAT FOR TWO HOURS. IT'S WRECKING OUR DORM DOORS."

"It must be done perfectly, Ikkaku. Otherwise there's just no point. And it's not wrecking them. They were too plain in the first place. Pass me... THAT bottle."

Ikkaku handed the small bottle to his friend, staring dubiously as Yumichika proceeded to attack the paper door of their seventh-corridor room with another stripe of colour, this one a little darker than teal.

"You know we're missing class, right?"

Yumichika turned to raise an eyebrow at his bald friend. "And since when do you care about class, Ikkaku?"

"Since we started being two hours late. HURRY THE HELL UP." Ikkaku replied, angrily hitting the frame of the paper door with his fist.

"You've never seemed to care before... when we've been two hours late." Yumichika said, looking back at his work, but smirking as he saw Ikkaku's face turn red out of the corner of his eye.

"God-DAMNIT, YUMICHIKA. Hurry up anyway!!" He said, attemping to hide his blushing face, but managing to snap the paper door with the fist he pounded against it.

The door ripped and fell outward.

Yumichika, who had been just about to put another splodge of colour onto the door, watched in horror as a drop of green liquid dripped from the brush onto his perfectly white students' hakama.

Time froze.

Yumichika turned to stare at a now thoroughly afraid Ikkaku, eyes screaming murder and death.

"Ikkaku."

"Y-yeah?"

"I just washed this."

"It-it'll come out easily, right?"

Yumichika stood up, long hair falling around his waist (he had neglected to tie it up that morning), and promptly exploded.

"IT'S NAILPOLISH! IT HARDENS! IT'S GOING TO BE A PAIN TO GET OUT, AND IT COULD LEAVE AN UGLY, GREEN STAIN ON MY HAKAMA!"

Ikkaku tore through the remainder of the paper door and ran for his life/death as Yumichika tore after him, attempting to tie his hair in the process, bandage between his teeth. Onlookers from other corridors stood in shock. Those from the same corridor just rolled their eyes.

Two hours later, as Hisagi Shuuhei attempted to return to his room, he froze at the site of the seventh corridor, and growled.

He was going to kill those two.

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R&R plz. :3