Sorahiko storms out of the house the moment Sakura finishes speaking. He slams the door loudly— loud enough to rattle the thing off its hinges. 

“Damnit! She doesn’t know shit!”. He stomps down the stairs, cursing under his breath. “Me? A replica of his history?”. 

He huffs out a disbelieving breath. “She has no idea what she’s talking about…”. He steps out into the open with a sigh. “Miyamura doesn’t want to hurt me! He’s said it so many times!”.

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