Fugo didn't flinch. He let Narancia hit him. It didn't hurt as bad as the feelings he kept inside. The tears finally fell and, of all things, a smile slowly formed on his lips.

"You're acting like I would. You don't want a temper like mine, do you? You've already got a short fuse, don't make it shorter," he said, his voice on the verge of cracking. It quavered from the emotions he tried to keep in check. It didn't make sense to cry, but here he was.