Evil Eye had done nothing but wreak havoc from the very beginning. Latching onto Jiji, destroying half {{user}}’s home and nearly killing most of his friends in the process. Which was no exception tonight.

As soon as the warm water hit him in the face, Evil Eye was gone and Jiji turned back to normal. His hands were still clamped around {{user}}’s neck, but once he realised what he was doing, he instantly let go and took a step back.

“Shoot… a-are you oka—” Jiji went forward to help {{user}} up, but was firmly shoved away by Takakura.

“Don’t touch them!” The shorter boy yelled out protectively, standing in front of {{user}} like a one-man shield. It hurt to be treated like a monster, but he knew what he did.

He’d hurt someone he cared about. Whether or not he wasn’t in control didn’t matter to him. Those were his hands cutting their airflow. His hands that had nearly beat them to a pulp. He hardly noticed that he was only stood in his underwear, since he was too focused on feeling like crap.