Miyamura storms into his office, without sparing a single glance at me, and slams the door shut. The silence he leaves behind echoes. 

He’s boiling in it…rage. His pheromones are so intense, it feels like it’s warping the air itself. I can feel the rage rolling off him. 

I’ve never seen him so pissed. There’s no blood on his hands, he’s not radiating killing intent, so I can’t say he harmed Yamato…and I can’t also say otherwise. 

He’s angry, but he’s not ...