[Masaomi's lips clamp shut. He's still glaring like he wants to say something, like he wants to punch the bastard, but he fights the urge. Anything he could say or do at this point, whether he agrees with or counters Aoba's sass, would be the same as admitting defeat.
He can't do that. Not yet. Not with the guy who stole Mikado from him.]
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He can't do that. Not yet. Not with the guy who stole Mikado from him.]