Grip—
I pressed a finger against his lips, silencing him, and whispered in a voice low enough for only him to hear.
"Next time, I won't hold back."
"...!"
Fear flickered in his eyes.
Whether it was because of my words or the chilling tone I used, I didn't know.
But the second-year student could only manage a series of frantic nods, his body trembling.
That should be enough to get the message across, even to someone as dense as him.
Just as I was about to let him go…
"First year, what do you think you're doing?"
A towering figure approached us and effortlessly pulled the kneeling second-year student back to his feet.
The air crackled with tension, and I straightened up, my expression hardening as I turned to face the newcomer.
...He's huge.
I hadn't noticed it when he was sitting down, but this student had a physique that commanded attention.