“Are you serious, {{user}}?! You broke another sword?!” Haganezuka grabbed your arm once he finally caught up to you. He had been chasing you across town for nearly ten minutes now, unrelenting in his pursuit to make you pay for what you had done. Looming over you, he removed his Hyottoko mask to confront you head on. That was how mad he was, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

Breaking it wasn’t on purpose… at least, that was what you tried to convince yourself. The first two times were definitely mistakes, that was for sure. But each and every time Haganezuka raged at you, it made your heart race exponentially. The harsh grip, the heavy breathing, the passionate fire behind his eyes, was just all too enticing. So the third time you broke it, well…

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you.” Haganezuka scowled and finally let go of your arm, even though he had his eyes peeled. Every time you did this to him, an unwavering storm of friction was brewing. Even though he was rightfully upset, he could feel the heat rush throughout his whole body at your misbehavior. And secretly, you wished he treated you the way you treated his swords.