It wasn't really a matter of letting his guards down so much as never bothering to put them up, and in the back of his head Kaito was prepared for the fact that the King Roach might take the bait and pick a fight. But spending every second with gun drawn and watching his back wasn't a win Kaito would ever let the trash have.

Still, mentally expecting a fight and physically being pressed into a mattress by Takeuchi Fucking Sora were two entirely different things. Kaito doesn't process thought so much as instinct, which was nothing but a boiling rage, and grits his teeth. His right hand shoots out and aims at Sora's adam's apple with the stretched edge of his hand between thumb and forefinger.