Well, I deserve that level of anger, though I do shoot a glance of thank you ever so much for the warning at Kouta. He shrugs one shoulder and still has that sheepish look on his face. He had planned this, then.

I sigh and wait for Takatora to turn around, searching his face. I'm not sure what for. I wouldn't blame him for anything he has to say to me, or if he were to walk away without saying another word. But he's obviously here at Kouta's request, and while I doubt Kouta has divulged the whole story... Well.

He trusts Kouta.

"Takatora." I think about asking him how he is, or commenting on how well he seems, but all of that... Well, I just don't deserve to be making small talk with him. "This is for you." I say, holding out the case.