[ That was oddly satisfying, the way Sugimura recoils and yelps, blood spurting from his nose onto the front of his no doubt expensive garb. Arenvald watches him go, fists clenched and frame tense.
He probably would have stared a hole into the door had Haru's soft uttering of his name not pulled him back to reality. His shoulders relax and he turns to face her. ]
Haru, I... I'm sorry. I just... I couldn't let him talk about you like that.
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He probably would have stared a hole into the door had Haru's soft uttering of his name not pulled him back to reality. His shoulders relax and he turns to face her. ]
Haru, I... I'm sorry. I just... I couldn't let him talk about you like that.