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And as if on queue, the girl a l r e a d y has both her hands dead set on his remaining arm, trying to pull it back as f a r as she could without actually hurting the other student. She would have gone with the restraining technique she’d learned in martial arts, but…she’d rather restrain someone with both their arms, not…someone holding one of their o w n.
“ IKEDA-SAN THE BEETLE DID NOTHING TO YOU, LEAVE IT ALONE P L E A S E- ”
He’s raring, ready to take it to home-- hasta la vista, stag fiend...! But then-- there’s a strange force protecting the cursed bug.
Wait! That’s no sacred force-- Haruichi cranes his neck to leer down at the smaller student, growl gurgling in the back of his throat. “With all due respect, Hayashida-san-- THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND THAT THING. LEMME AT ‘IM.” As if it’ll make a difference, he grunts and swipes at the beetle from where he’s standing, but it escapes his reach. “URNGH.”
