( he's only a few steps forward when he feels the shove — stumbles a few more before he can right himself, and when he turns to see the one who did it, his eyes are narrowed sharp as knives. his fists are clenched at his sides, near-shaking from how tightly they're curled, and it's taking every ounce of self-control he's got in him to keep calm right now. his frustration is audible in the low warning of his voice. )
This conversation is over, Akehoshi-kun.
( though he'll hold the other's gaze until he gets some kind of confirmation that subaru gets it. )
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This conversation is over, Akehoshi-kun.
( though he'll hold the other's gaze until he gets some kind of confirmation that subaru gets it. )