Ryusei pulled at Kengo's arm, dragging him behind him. Turned his head while bringing up his free hand; he'd have to take the blow in order to retaliate instead of blocki—

He jerked the attacking arm back as he felt the knock on his head. Was it too late to pretend he hadn't done that? Ryusei couldn't tell whether this guy had registered what Ryusei had been doing. At the very least, Ryusei needed to act in something like good faith now; this guy clearly hadn't been attacking at all. Ryusei slipped almost unconsciously into his harmless facade; the ingratiating smile stayed as he brought his hand to his chest as if it were a reflexively nervous gesture. "Y-yessir."

He realized he was still holding Kengo's elbow; he let go. "We'll remember next time...."