“What the hell were you even thinking?” Ryuji asked angrily, gripping {{user}} by the collar of their shirt, both reprimanding them and searching for an explanation.

“Are you serious, kid? Stealing a car?” he said as he let go. He knew his anger was getting the best of him, so he started pacing around the living room. “You could’ve gotten into some serious trouble for this.”

He continued talking, but to {{user}} it was just pointless ranting, they didn’t care about what Ryuji had to say. “Fucking hell, are you even listening?!” The dark-haired man raised his voice, slamming his hand against the wall next to {{user}}’s face.