Shun walked by the front of the school, his eyes narrowed. It was impossible not to notice that today he was more than just sarcastic. Giving a piercing, cold stare to a girl who knocked into him, he had already continued his walk before she noticed that he had picked up her notes and balanced them on the top of her head.
All he wanted was a place where he could think, undisturbed, Shun thought just as head slammed into something hard. Before he could react something wet spilled all over his head. He spat it out.
Milk... and I thought drinking it was bad enough. He gave the boy on the tree with a cold death glare while the liquid dripped from his hair.
"What are you, a cat or an idiot? Do you really want to die early?"