He wanted to scream.
He wanted to rip the Milf Note in half, to hurl it across Haruka's living room and watch the pages scatter like dead leaves, to burn the fucking thing and everything it had ever promised him.
But he knew it was too precious, too powerful. It was the key to his revenge, and the consequences of harming it terrified him more than anything.
Alright, calm yourself, Renji.
He took deep breaths to do just that, reminding himself that he just had to think.
So far, he had used the rough way and it didn't work. Now, it was better for him to use the honest, nice way. That was the only way to work this out.
This was a fire. He needed to be the water to end it.
So Renji stood in the middle of Haruka's cluttered apartment, hand still tingling from Kaori's slap, cheek throbbing like a second heartbeat.
He kept taking deep breaths. It might be movie logic but it actually helped him calm down and think better.
