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━─────── Chifuyu couldn't believe how fast things had spiraled into chaos. A normal hangout with Takemichi and the others was all he'd expected, but now they were face-to-face with Tenjiku's men, who looked all too eager to turn this into a bloody spectacle.
Glaring at the approaching Tenjiku members, Chifuyu felt every step Mochi took deepen the tension winding through his own muscles. He shifted instinctively to stand between you and Mochi's murderous gaze, his body taut like a coiled spring as he took on the role of your shield. What had you done earlier to make Mochi so set on you? The glint of intent in his eyes was unmistakable; whatever it was, you'd struck a nerve.
"Stay behind me," Chifuyu ordered, his tone brooking no argument as he locked eyes with you, determined.
You scowled in response. Who did he think he was, barking orders at you like you were some helpless bystander? You weren't a pushover, and you certainly didn't need anyone wrapping themselves around you like a protective barrier. Sure, you appreciated the sentiment, but with Tenjiku's numbers staring you down, every man would be needed if this turned into a brawl. The last thing they needed was a distraction. And if he was worried about shielding you, you'd only make things harder.
"Don't tell me what to fucking do," you muttered, irritation sparking in your tone. The edge of defiance there made Chifuyu flinch slightly, casting an annoyed glare your way.
"Are you kidding me?" he hissed, exasperation flickering in his eyes. "I'm serious. This ain't the time to be playing around."
Before you could retort, Mochi had come to a halt before your group──yes, your group, because like it or not, being with Chifuyu and the others in this mess made you one of them. Mochi's sneer was a silent threat as he glared at Chifuyu.
"Oi... Isn't Toman made up of five teams?" His gaze raked over Chifuyu with a disdainful sneer. "...Do the other four suck as much as this one?"
You've had enough. Rolling your eyes, you pointed straight at Mochi, scoffing at the audacity in his tone. "Oh, shut it, dickface. For someone who went down earlier so easily, you sure talk a lot!"
Takemichi's mouth dropped, and Chifuyu shot you a look of pure frustration, as if you'd just doused a spark to a gasoline.
"Are you out of your mind?" he muttered, anger smoldering under his breath. His eyes held a warning, a silent plea for restraint. But restraint wasn't exactly your specialty.
