Hinata had finally seen through it. Some people simply did not take you seriously, and raising hell would not help. They just sat there, perfectly composed, ignoring you. Wasn't that infuriating?
She could attack however she liked; he could not even be bothered to open his mouth, his whole attitude saying, "As long as you're happy." Go on, attack, blow after blow. It was as though he deliberately wanted to drive her mad. Not reducing her to a complete breakdown was already doing her a favor.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Hinata refused to give up. She simply used all of this fellow's moves, attacking high and low, left and right, desperate to draw his attention.
And the result?
It was a lovely idea. Even the old men by the roadside could not help stealing a couple of glances, but this bastard would not look even once. He could really infuriate someone to death. How the hell was this supposed to work out?
After trying for ages without success, Hinata finally stopped, her eyes as wide as brass bells as she stared at him. She glared viciously at this damned thing, who had insisted on making things turn out like this.
Fine, so you've made up your mind? You're going to keep this up without caring about my feelings at all?
You're determined to drive me insane, right?
Fine, very impressive! Since you've made up your mind, there's only one end for you-death, death, death. You're going to die, and there's no negotiating it.
Hinata swore a vicious oath to herself. She would put this fellow through absolute hell.
"I won't hit you anymore, or ask you for anything. Just agree to one thing, and we'll wipe the slate clean. How about it?"
"Sure."
"Come home with me!"
"Sure."
"I said, come home