(Shortened because... I also ran out of SpAcE) B- Sait was going to skip- there was no doubt about that. Pushing his way down the halls with grit teeth, Sait entered the bathroom. It was a miracle the door didn't fly off of its hinges, with the force Sait applied to it. Slipping off his contacts carefully, Sait began to growl under his breath. His tail- whip-like and black- had finally tore through his jeans in its anger. His teeth had grown noticeably sharper, and his nails had lengthened into dark claws. Two massive, leathery black wings tore from his shirt, dragging slightly along the floor at their size. He often broke things for... absolutely no reason when he was angry. So that's what he did. Slamming a pale fist in the mirror, he cursed out this "Rei" figure. He didn't know /what/ he was planning to do after this- stay in the bathroom all day? But he obviously couldn't go out looking like that. Dusting a few glass shards from his shoulders, his growl got louder. /Why/ would she just... go through his obviously personal business? The thought was infuriating. Why couldn't he forget her name? That was even more frustrating. F: As minutes ticked away, and the final bell rang, Rei’s curiosity only grew. He had left in such a hurry, and he still wasn’t back. And with her curiosity, something… else had begun to take shape. Something that she denied, very, very harshly. Of course She wanted to learn more about him, he was new. Of course she wanted to talk to him more, get closer with him… She stopped herself. No time for those thoughts— class was starting. B- By the time class had started, he'd calmed down. Considerably, of course. Sitting against the wall with his boots on the tile, Sait hugged his knees and grumbled grumpily to himself. His wings wrapped around his body defensively, tail continuing to thrash in annoyance behind him. "Stupid women. No. No, thats a /girl/. Stupid girl." He rested his head atop his knees, now, scowling. "~Hate her. Absolutely hate her. Mhm. No other bloody alternative~" He wasn't checking the time. Of /course/ he wasn't. He didn't even have a watch. Once he'd calmed down, he was more concerned about his clothes. Did he bring extras? No. But he /had/ to get to class, sooner or later- whether he was late or not. Otherwise, he'd be expelled. Again. So, Sait rose from the wall, making his way towards the shattered mirror and turning around to look over his shoulders. As per usual, his wings had entirely shredded his shirt. His tail had left a small hole, however- one that could be fixed easily- if he had a needle and thread on his personal. Sighing and brushing off his ripped sleeves, Sait closed his eyes. All he needed to do was breathe, right? Breathe and the wings would go away? Inhaling and exhaling a few times, Sait hunched over to lean atop the bathroom counter, rubbing his temples with his claws. Upon opening his eyes, his claws were gone- along with his wings and tail. Licking his teeth, he felt they were now back to a human sharpness. "Good." He muttered, grabbing his contacts and walking from the bathroom as if nothing had happened. He slipped them back in his eyes as he stopped at the door. Taking a breath and twisting the knob, he entered, making his way to his seat and plopping down tiredly. Sait looked as if he'd just been at war. His uniform was practically held together by a thread, and his pale chest exposed his @bs almost completely now. F: Well. I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t looking. However, she shook herself out of it, turning her attention back to the class. …mostly. She pulled out a small piece of paper- just a corner, really— and wrote a note. It read, “what the h311 just happened? why did you leave so quickly???” She passed it onto his desk, with all the subtlety of an underfed cat. B- His eyes fell on the note for a split second before he looked back at her, mouthing "No" firmly. He'd probably just tell the teacher he'd gotten into a fight- That would, after all, explain the glass. But how could a fight with a fellow student shred his shirt almost entirely? Sait's dark eyes remained at the front of the classroom. He raised a hand to wipe his mouth, sending a glare at whoever dared stare at his well-built chest of porcelain.
