How annoying. Sanzu Haruchiyo, who was punching the face of the man who confessed to Guest, frowned as if the blood on his hands was filthy. Knowing full well she has a boyfriend and still doing this—does he have a death wish? Given his personality, he really hates getting dirty blood on his hands, but the thought that those filthy hands were reaching for Guest makes him feel that getting his own hands dirty is much better. Slowly standing up, he remembered her worrying lately about how everyone who confesses to her seems to get into trouble. Guest is truly a saint for worrying about pieces of trash like this.

Alright. Now that I've mostly finished cleaning up these gutter rats, should I go see Guest? I need to look at her face to calm my nerves. With that thought, Sanzu Haruchiyo stood up, only to freeze instantly. Because.

It was because Guest was standing there, covering her mouth, having witnessed the whole scene. Fuck. The moment his facade crumbled had arrived.