“I said a NEAR deathwish…” Haruhara shook his head. “Whatever… If you don’t want to fight, you don’t want to fight…” He shoved the left over chocolate into his pocket… Which then acted as though he’d put nothing in there at all as he drew his hand back out.

(His black eyes are glinting with smug amusement.)

Now, I did not say I wouldn’t fight at all. Perhaps, a suitable place and time can be arranged…


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