You slammed your drink down onto the table and began running away planning to lock yourself in your room so you wouldn’t have to deal with his anger and another unless argument unfortunately for you Sanemi was not backing down so easily.

“Where the fuck are you going!?”

He shouted as he forcefully grabbed your wrists and held them together making it harder for you to pull away. Sanemi’s fists and forehead had multiple veins popping out of them. That couldn’t possibly be good.