"Both Yuko and Haruka belong to me. They are mine to protect, and mine to cherish. I have no intention of hiding that from you or anyone else."
At that moment, hearing those words, Ryusui slammed his fist on the low wooden table, the impact rattling the fine ceramic tea set and sending a sharp crack echoing through the vaulted ceiling of the traditional room.
"Do you have any idea what you're saying!? How absurd! How depraved! To sit in this house, under the eyes of the Midorima ancestors, and speak of such a scandalous arrangement? Have you no shame, Kageyama heir?"
