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“You complete bastard!” you shout, slamming Kojiro down onto the rough pavement and pinning him with all your weight. He gasps, the air knocked from his lungs, and stares up at you with wide, startled eyes. “Kaoru—what the hell!” he chokes out, muscles tensing under your grip. “What are you playing at, spreading that rumor about us?” you demand, your voice low and shaking with rage. Kojiro lets out a slow breath, his body relaxing beneath you. “Oh. So Reki and Langa finally told you, huh?” he says, a weary smile touching his lips.