"Just...peachy," Kaito deadpanned, before his brain registered that he was in Akira's room, in Akira's bed, which frankly was the first and the last place he wanted to be in at the moment. Turning to his side, Kaito gritted his teeth as he tried his best to push himself up, hissing as his body protested against every movement.
He was going to kill Sano. Beating him up was one thing. He had practically asked for it anyway. But leaving him with Akira? God, he swore once he got his hands on that flamer, the bastard was going to regret this. Very much.