"Just don't hit me right away." There was only one way she could prove this, after all. Haruka came to sit on the couch, quickly undoing her tie, her hands shaking just a little. "There is a reason for me doing this..."
She let out a shaky breath and started to undo the buttons of her shirt, stopping around midway down and pulling it open. The white fabric of the binder was rather unmistakable against her skin. "There's your proof... not an injury, like I tell some people."