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Anthy is struck with the realization now and then that Saionji Kyouichi does love her. The problem is he loves like a child Anthy muses, with possessive hands and greedy eyes. It's like when Saionji decided he loved the kendo hall he snarled and knashed his teeth driving everyone out of it.
Anthy gave him just enough attention to snare him without overly fawning.
His grip is crushing, leaving bruises in the wake of his anger. It's in a child's nature to be cruel even to what they love. They hit their sibling and pull the tails of their pets.
Saionji stares at the damage he does with boyish remorse once his anger has cooled. But masculine pride prevents him from further attempts. So his thorns will stab her again.
It's a different flavor of Big Brother and her own calculated cruelty.
Petty tantrums, juvenile fits of rage.
She craves them because every stinging strike against her cheek signifies a raw wound she ripped open.
Maybe that’s why she hates him; it's ridiculous to play house with a spoiled kid.
Maybe she’s dreading the day I’ll turn less innocent.
When he learns what blushes and touches can lead to.
What a Rose bride is actually for.
But for now, he’s just a child