[ well - the shove doesn't get him, because he's tough as shit and he doesn't back down for a second, but boy fucking howdy, he's not ready for the fist. the punch connects and sends him stumbling backwards, head jerking back - he tastes iron at the back of his mouth.

in a way it's sort of satisfying. his head jerks back to where it was, furious, angry, lower lip split from the hit, and just keeps going. ]

What if I fucking -- you don't know anything! [ ichiro's just - roaring back. furious, angry, and then - underneath it, there's just a thread of terror that grips around his heart and squeezes. hard. stop stop stop stop stop stop-

the anger changes track. ] What about Denji! What about all the people that give two shits about him, you think they don't feel bad!? All that time we tried to keep him safe when people were framing him, and for what?! He didn't even fucking know, he wasn't even listening when the stupid fucking announcement happened! At least the people who suspected me had a fucking leg to stand on with all that evidence!

[ and he's just like immediately going to try and swing at her, too. it's his left arm, so it's not as strong as his right, either, but it doesn't matter. ]