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It's not fair.
At least that's what Ren Kurosawa tells himself, and he insists that he's not just throwing a tantrum.
I just held a knife to her throat.
❝ This is ridiculous. ❞
Mirai almost felt sorrowful about breaking the beautiful wall of silence between her and the strategist, but on second thought? He deserved the censorship.
❝ Finally we agree with something. ❞ The male sighs, brushing a streak of blonde hair away from his eyes.
It was mainly his fault that the two of them had been punished, but he was far too proud to admit it. Furthermore, Mirai had contributed so that they would both get detention as well. Tsk.
❝ This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't decided to go all samurai on me. ❞
❝ And that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't crashed into me. ❞
❝ It was just a light bump! ❞
The whispered argument called out to the teacher watching the two teens sitting together in a desk, and the sudden rise in their voices earned them a disproving look.
❝ I was caught off-guard! ❞
❝ You didn't have to pull out a damn knife! ❞
❝ Reflexes! ❞
The strategist closed harshly the notebook laying in the table in front of him and Mirai's retaliation was little more aggressive as she followed his example and leaned in.
