Don’t Look, You Perv!
Takahashi was radiating such a suffocating amount of envious energy that it felt like the air itself was turning hostile. The wind around them howled like blades slicing through the atmosphere, sharp and unforgiving. People nearby couldn't help but feel unnerved, their expressions a mix of confusion and fear.
"W-What's happening?!"
"Kyaa! My skirt is flying up! Don't look, you perv!"
"Who the fuck would care about your skirt in a situation like this?!"
The wind whipped harder, forcing most people to flee, clutching their belongings as if a tornado had touched down. The gusts were powerful enough to feel like they could rip the ground apart.
At the center of it all stood Takahashi, his eyes locked onto Kouhei with a murderous glare. His face twisted in rage, his intent clear—he looked ready to kill.