Niragi, Chishiya POV

He was angry.

He was so angry, that fucking blond twink with a god complex was driving him crazy. Burning him wasn't enough, he had to show up at the same run-down shop to mess with him even more. He swore he would kill him if he saw him smile even one more fucking time.

"Go to hell, Chishiya, " Niragi growled, approaching and raising his weapon to point directly at Chishiya's chest. Even so, Chishiya, with all the nerve he possessed, raised both hands to his head while smiling. He has the face of a fucking cat; it's irritating.

"It's been a while, Niragi. " He speaks as calmly as ever, as if he weren't even a little bit afraid of Niragi, which infuriates him. He'd love to be able to drag him out of his comfort zone, see him cry, laugh, scream, or any of the crap he never seems to do with that facade of a calm and unfathomable guy.

—I swear I'm going to erase that fucking facade of yours one way or another.

—Try whatever you want.