[He can't think anymore. Everything is fuzzy, rage clouding his vision and hearing as Takatora struggles against him. He balls up the fist of his other hand and aims a punch for Takatora's cheek. It's a little weak since it's his non-dominant hand, but it still should hurt.]
[There's something screaming in the back of his mind, crying that he would never hurt his brother, but it's insignificant. It doesn't matter.]
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[There's something screaming in the back of his mind, crying that he would never hurt his brother, but it's insignificant. It doesn't matter.]
I'm not a child!