>>She smacked the back of Asahina-san's head hardly.
>>"O... OUCH!" Asahina-san shook her head and yelled.
>>"Mikuru-chan, this won't do! When your head gets smacked, you should let your contact lens fly out at once. Let's practice again."
>>"...KYAA!" Asahina-san shut her eyes tightly.
>>"STOP IT, YOU IDIOT!" I quickly grabbed Haruhi's hand and stopped her. "What kind of practice is this? This isn't a circus! What's so fun about this?"
>>"What now? Don't try to stop me. I planned this long ago!"
>>"Nobody planned this with you! It isn't funny! This is ridiculous! Asahina-san isn't your toy!"
"Well I've decided, Mikuru-chan is my toy!"
>>After hearing this, I could feel blood charging up to my brain, I even thought my vision was going red. I was infuriated, suddenly my impulse overrode my reasoning, and I made a subconscious reflex reaction.
>>Someone grabbed my wrist. I noticed Koizumi had closed his eyes and was slowly shaking his head. When I saw Koizumi holding my hand, I realized I had clutched my right fist and was about to strike at Haruhi.
Koizumi you fag, let him clock her