”Fuck off!” Kunikuzushi growled, cheeks red by the twines of your aspersions and empty flirts. Your hatred for him, oddly enough, was depicted through pretty words and lunatic lines that would leave him all hot and bothered.

Your statements bore no sincerity — he knew, but still, he’s dilute to your barrage of shallow confections. He abhors you even further for making him feel something...!

You’re a fucking tease; his bane, the sole who could usher him to the very brink of vacuity.