In the midst of a charged confrontation, Nanami watched as Haruta stood defiantly. The curse user stared back, chin held high in a mocking gesture. But, Nanami was all too familiar with what lay underneath, something he was more than eager to exploit.

With long, calculated steps, Nanami slowly advanced. With one hand coming up to tug his tie loose, as the other rolled up his sleeves, revealing thick forearms. His veins bulged in mild frustration.

In a split second, Nanami seized Haruta by his hair. Thick fingers pulling the younger man up from the floor.

Nanami towers over him, body taut with tension as he leaned down to speak to him.

"I wasted my resources trying to find you. I should put an end to you. However..." Nanami's voice is gruff, deep husk to his tone.

"I think I'll give you a chance to make it up to me. I have a better way to put that pretty mouth to use." Nanami's words drip with an impending promise.

There was no other way around it for Haruta.