[ Touma slams his hands down on either side of his bowl, the chopsticks leaping from their place to roll off of the table. His eyes don't leave the other kid. ] You think I'm going to buy excuses like that? Everyone has problems of their own. Don't think yours are any more special, or assume that everyone's going to have the same opinion about you as the ones you're used to.
[ While he's giving a lecture like this (at the drop of a hat? Nothing new for Touma) he doesn't make any aggressive moves. Touma knows the guy can blink out of here at any second. Rushing ahead is pointless, so... he'll just settle for yelling. ]
If you're sick, get help! Don't take that out on others because you won't be able to get away with it forever. I — and people LIKE me — won't let you! [ Which is as much of a promise as it is a threat. ]