"Let go of my hand," Yamaguchi said coldly, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he locked gazes with Kouhei.
"Just promise me you won't hurt anyone, senpai," Kouhei replied, voice calm but laced with a subtle intensity. His hand tightened around Yamaguchi's wrist.
Yamaguchi's breath caught. The pressure on his wrist wasn't just firm—it was crushing. It felt like his bones were being compressed in a mechanical vice, cold and merciless. His knees almost buckled under the growing pain.
"O-Ow…! Ow! Let go of me! I won't do it! I said I wouldn't! I promise!" Yamaguchi yelped in a panicked rush, his voice cracking as he struggled against Kouhei's unrelenting grip.
And then—release.
Kouhei let go in an instant. Yamaguchi, having been pulling with all his strength to free himself, lost balance the moment the grip vanished. His body stumbled backward, and he landed hard on his rear with a humiliating thud that echoed across the empty space.
