Throughout the bus ride, a scowl had been plastered on Renji's face. When he arrived, he stormed through the school gates, his face buried in the same scowl, shoulders hunched as he weaved through the morning crowd of chattering students.
Students shuffled out of the way, some yelled at him, demanding why he had shouldered through them. But Renji didn't care to respond.
He simply kept his head low, seething. His mind was a whirlwind of fury. All he could think about was Hideo, that persistent prick, still sniffing around like a dog with a bone.
What exactly was he up to anyway? Was it best to stop him quickly before he did something dangerous like find the Note? Renji grunted quietly. He hated being outplayed like that, forced to abide by someone else's rules.
Maybe that was something he'd cultivated from the power the Note gave him.
