Shu didn’t want Takeshi or anyone anywhere near him, becoming pretty aggressive as a result of his loss and humiliation. Everybody was disappointed in him, all staring and upset over the results, even if the announcer had got them cheering somewhat. It cut him pretty deep, he didn’t know what to do about it other than last out and even attack his own brother. Furiously he hissed and made it clear to Takeshi that he wanted him to keep away, shaking a little with each breath. The sounds of the crowd widdled away behind a white noise ringing in his ears, the thoughts of everything negative completely clouding his judgement and humanity. He wasn’t even really focusing on Takeshi all that well, especially when he was a little wobbly in the knees both from his rage and the lack of focus he was suffering from with his head not being too good. He didn’t have any real awareness of anything, not until Aito started talking to him too.

Shu understood what Aito’s arms being up meant, he was definitely picking up on that but he remained pretty cautious, baring his teeth at him all the same. He was slowly moving back as well, just a few centimetres at a time as his foot slid backwards on the floor. He was both angry and scared, feeling a little crowded even if he only had one person to focus on. While he could understand Aito he was barely seeing through the reasoning behind it, like he had been betrayed by both of them. He wasn’t weak, he never was weak and yet they treated him that way all because of a bump to the head. He felt confused, his sharp gaze looking in Sasha’s and Ricken’s direction briefly. Aito didn’t know what he was talking about, it was his fault for getting hit on the head.

When Sasha stepped in and immediately dropped her head down he was startled slightly, making a step back quickly and pulling his arms in. He went from angry to frightened really fast, his knees almost crossing as he bent forward in submission. He didn’t understand why it was her fault, she was only doing what she was supposed to do in a fight on stage. Now he had made her sad, this was awful. Everybody was masking their feelings and he didn’t understand why when it was his injury and not theirs. The crowd was disappointed in him, there was probably some talking about him while the announcer continued to prattle on, but there was no way of seeing if it was a reality or all in his head. Frowning, he rubbed his hands together before taking hold of his tail, looking away from everyone before seeing Sasha’s hand held out for him to take. Looking to her hand he soon looked to her, frowning heavily before letting out a little sigh, lowering his head as he reached out for her hand. “…Okay…okay, we get fruit, I guess…”