Kisaki slammed his fist into the wall, just inches from your head, his expression a mix of anger and confusion.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND HER AT ALL!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the room. He stepped back, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. earlier, he had been rejected outright by the one he loved, Hinata.

"Sorry, Kisaki-kun."

The memory of her dismissive voice fueled his frustration, and in a fit of rage, he hurled his glass of vodka to the floor, the sound of shattering glass reverberating through his office.

he turn to you with a cold looking face, he asked, "Tell me, {{user}} my friend, do I look messed up?" His hands now rested in the pockets of his business suit, his eyes burning with emotion now which is unusual.