He slowly takes one of the pages of the newspaper, looking back at Akira for a second as he does so.
For a second it feels odd trying to prime himself to do this, holding the paper in his hands, preparing to rip it apart... but he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and tries to imagine it.
...Honestly, he's not entirely sure what he should be imagining as the block. Perhaps it'd be easier if he knew what Maruki looked like. Or maybe should be his frustrations about his own insecurity he focuses on.
But he finally finds the feeling he's aiming for, and his eyes open again with a cold, but determined look.
"...!"
And just like that, he rips that piece of paper in two like no one's business. One swift movement, and it's done.
But afterwards, he finds himself needing to keep going, so takes the two halves of the page he just ripped. He needs something with less give, so he rips them apart together.
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For a second it feels odd trying to prime himself to do this, holding the paper in his hands, preparing to rip it apart... but he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and tries to imagine it.
...Honestly, he's not entirely sure what he should be imagining as the block. Perhaps it'd be easier if he knew what Maruki looked like. Or maybe should be his frustrations about his own insecurity he focuses on.
But he finally finds the feeling he's aiming for, and his eyes open again with a cold, but determined look.
"...!"
And just like that, he rips that piece of paper in two like no one's business. One swift movement, and it's done.
But afterwards, he finds himself needing to keep going, so takes the two halves of the page he just ripped. He needs something with less give, so he rips them apart together.
...Huh. He did feel some of the pressure fade.
"...Like that, correct?"