text: 14) [...] Youji’s uneasiness seemed less amorphous. His perpetual frown would deepen at the mere mention of Tetsuo’s name, and he visibly bristled at the sound of his voice. 
  
  Tetsuo had done something, and Youji was too afraid to say what it was.
  
  - unfinished, unpublished Ch 2 of a Sweet Pool fic