Holding onto One's Imaginations

Standing before me was an irritated boy, who was definitely holding himself back from bursting into a stream of emotions. He was restless, his jaws tightened up as his dark thick hair covered his eyes while his gazes were stuck on the ground.

His eyes suddenly shifted towards me and it felt like he was holding himself back from just punching me in the face, as I narrowed my eyes and sighed, "Huh?"

Looking at this awkward silence just growing with time, Shiraishi looked at both of us, a bit agitated as her lips moved a bit but she stopped instantly and her glances focused on the boy who was looking at her with a plain expression on his face now.

Shiraishi tucked her hands on her chest, forming a fist with both of them. She continued in a loud and assertive voice, "Shig, what are you even talking about?!"