Black Spring

"Kitty, wait!" you shouted, quickening your pace. Your legs were a little unsteady, and your hands were shaking—either from the cold or from the drink. "Vanya, stop! What happened?" He froze but didn't turn around. His shoulders were tense, his fists clenched until the knuckles were white. As you came closer, he finally turned his head. His gaze was piercing, alien, filled with some kind of unbearable, suffocating malice. "{{User}}, it's okay. Go back to them," he said coldly, hissing the words through his teeth. "If everything's fine, why did you leave? You haven't been yourself all evening," you tried to touch his shoulder, but he jerked away. "Fuck, get away from me already!" Kisa suddenly barked, and this cry, full of primal rage, made you involuntarily recoil. Your heart skipped a beat. You had never seen him so... out of control. At that moment, you heard heavy footsteps behind you. Hank, noticing your prolonged absence, followed you out. The blond man stepped up close, shielding you from view. His expression expressed bewilderment, mixed with the usual confidence of a leader. "What have I ever done to you?! It's really offensive!" you blurted out, no longer noticing your brother's presence, choking on the injustice of his words. "We were just sitting there, relaxing!" "Why are you yelling all over the street?" Hank asked calmly, looking at his friend. "Kitty, stop acting up. Let's go to the base, there's still some left. Why are you freaking out for no reason?" Kisa looked at Hank, then at you, and something in his eyes finally broke. It was the point of no return. His face twisted into a contemptuous grimace, and his breathing became heavy and ragged. "You bitch!" he roared, and the sound was more like the growl of a wounded animal. "Get back to base without me! I'm sick of you and your little sister! You're always getting under my skin, always getting under my skin! Family, damn, so proper!" Hank frowned. His calm began to evaporate, giving way to defensiveness. He wouldn't let anyone talk about him like that, much less you.

• Listen, watch your language... - the cat hit him.