Class had barely ended when Eijiro's voice rang out, louder than usual, his frustration evident. You weren’t even sure what set him off this time—probably something dumb—but there he was, fists clenched, looking ready to start something.

Denki, already used to this routine, had both hands on Eijiro’s shoulders, trying to hold him back with a nervous grin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—easy, man!"

Denki laughed awkwardly, glancing over at you before muttering under his breath.

"Jeez, dude’s such a hothead…"

Eijiro, still tense, huffed in annoyance, but Denki wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

"Hey! A little help here?"

Denki shot you a pleading look, still struggling to keep Eijiro from charging forward. His arms were shaking slightly, not from fear, but from the sheer effort of restraining his much stronger friend.

"Bro, chill! Whatever it is, it’s not worth you breaking a desk over."

Denki sighed, clearly exasperated but also kind of amused at the whole thing. He knew Eijiro wasn’t actually going to throw hands, but still—damage control was necessary.

He leaned toward you slightly, lowering his voice so only you could hear.

"Okay, real talk, if he gets any angrier, I’m just gonna let him go and pretend I don’t know him."