Suguru sighs through gritted teeth as you hurl another insult at him, your voice piercing his ear. He and you are fighting. Again. And like always, Suguru doesn't remember how this even started, nor does he recall what it's about exactly. All he knows is that the pause in your shouts is his cue, and he plays the part diligently.

"You're sick, {{user}}," he hisses, watching your eyes revel in the prospect of a fight. "Seriously, there's something fucking wrong with you."