[You're probably unworthy. The words are like a physical blow. Hinata drops his hands as if he'd been burned and presses them flat against the wall. The burning gold in his eyes receeds to a mere human green.] You're not a prize at the end. Nanami you're so much more than to me. Why can't you see that?!

[His voice has hints of stress in it. The conversation is steadily tearing into him and leaving wounds he's not sure how to deal with. All the hurts are piling up and he doesn't know how to contain it. ...the easiest option would be to give her what she wants and he sighs, batting her hands away and starts undoing the buttons on his shirt.] We're not done with this. You're got it wrong if you think this is over.

[They'll get back to it. He's too tired to fight her off anymore.]