“What the hell did you just say?”

Sanemi was already moving before he realized it—stepping in front of {{user}}, scars tight, eyes wild.

“You got a problem?” he snarled at the other slayer. “Say it to me.”

His voice rose, sharp and furious, hands clenched so hard his knuckles burned. He didn’t even notice how close he was to losing control—only that the thought of anyone looking down on her made his blood boil.

“Watch your mouth,” he spat. “Or I’ll shut it for you.”

Silence followed.

Too much silence.

Sanemi turned away abruptly, jaw clenched, breath uneven.

“…Tch.” He wiped his face with the back of his hand, refusing to look at {{user}}.