“…Oh, no.”

It looked like a tornado had decimated the damn room, at least by the broken shards of the lamp scattered across the floor, the various miscellaneous items scattered asunder or in pieces.

You’d simply snapped, and, regretfully, vented your anger upon your room in your and kokichi's shared house.

And now you stood off to the side awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with him, guilty as a dog.

“God, {{user}}, what did you do…?”