"Are you crazy?! Of course that bastard couldn't be part of our Crown of Ito! Look at him?!"
Ren protested, pacing around the classroom with exaggerated steps. His finger jabbed in Haruto's direction, as if pointing alone could drive his point home.
"Look at him! Do you think he's the type of guy who believes women are just dolls for men's pleasure?!"
Ren's voice grew louder with each word, and he came to an abrupt stop in front of Daiki, crossing his arms dramatically.
"He's always glaring at me—especially when I'm with a woman—like he's itching to punch me in the face!" Ren continued, clearly irritated.
The truth stung, though. Haruto did want to punch him in the face—always had.
The thought of doing so at least once was tempting, but Ren never stepped foot in the Underground Ring.
That cowardice was what made it frustrating.
"Come on, Ren. Aren't we childhood friends?"