[okay. okay.

you wanna play rough.

fine.

this is oowada. getting on his feet, staring hotly at ishimaru's back before he bends over him, using his height, nostrils flaring and face red.

and that book in your hands? gone. ripped out of your hands and thrown somewhere off in his room.]

I'm gonna rip that fucking thing to pieces, tear it apart by running it over with my bike, until the fucking tree it came from cries.

But first?

[ishimaru is now being lifted off his feet, thrown over oowada's shoulder, and after oowada turns, thrown onto his bed.]