[For a moment, there's confusion when he breaks away that abruptly, in a way that doesn't quite feel like the last times Fuuma got a little too close to Kamui and soon regretted it despite it all... That feeling is quickly followed by concern when he hears the sound he makes--recognizing it almost too well as something that's left his own lips enough times in the past. That pain, that aggressiveness and, of course, the way his eyes turn.]
[What's happening to you?]
[Even without knowing the details of where this new wave of craze is coming from, the recognition is all Kamui needs to take it upon himself to deny Fuuma from ripping away even if he wanted, nearly crushed in his arms and under his nails but not once recoiling, instead making his own hold on Fuuma more firm, arms around him tight. Kamui's own eyes change from mere intensity, whispering with a rough, raw edge to his voice. You're fucking staying right here.]