Naoto's POV
"Huh!?" His tone was disrespectful enough to make me lose my cool. I was looking at him with pure contempt in my eyes, which I knew he could tell because by now even I can tell that he was quite a perceptive person.
Still staring at me, he asked, "Tell me straight up why you faked your injury?"
A moment of silence lasted between us, with none of us uttering a single. The awkwardness was increasing as I broke it, "Just to get me to say that you would do anything?"
Letting go of my hand, he chuckled and said, "Technically, I did nothing bad… Aoi was scared because you screamed bloody murder on her."
He was saying that as if he wasn't the person who pretended to throw a fucking rock at a little cat. Of course, that would scare anyone in their right mind, which he definitely wasn't.
"And who was the reason for that!?" I said in a sarcastic tone as I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh of irritation.
