Burning.
Their scorching gazes burn holes to any passing soul.
Hal felt like going back to that room, even if it meant getting hit by a book several times. Being in the presence of the Student Council was tormenting, especially when they're no longer wearing their usual princely facades.
Dragging them away from the library's entrance already drained a lot of his energy. With their stony faces, they looked so zealous for a bloodbath that he had to quickly hide them away from onlookers.
"Even after going all the way to reserve the library, this mess still happened. What was the book doing there in the first place?" the magnanimous Student Council President grumbled, eyebrows furrowed in vexation.
"Nobody's to blame here, Allen. Besides, the book's already safe now," the blithesome Vice President replied. Despite his words, though, his tone came out spiteful.
