Snippet #1985442

Hanone simply walked into the classroom, dreading every minute of it. Sure, walking out of the lobby was okay at first. With Faudi and mostly everyone was protecting him from the rabid fans, he was safe. It wasn't until he spaced out for moment and found himself dead center in the circle of fangirls. He cursed at himself to be caught and for being so weak. He immediately glared at Faudi and Masaru, truly pissed off. His face was red with embarrassment as his black hair was put up with bows and barretts. This time, the females actually put makeup on him, the lipgloss that he was wearing wouldn't come off. The blush just made his natural blush even worse. The mascara and eye shadow made his now red eyes even sharper as it practically glowed. No one saw this torture take place and it just made him so angry. The angrily ripped the ribbon that was placed around his neck and stomped on it as it the floor.

"Why was I freaking born with such a weak body, dammit!" He hissed as he stomped over to his seat near Faudi and Masaru. "This always happens to me!" His glared continued as he completely stared at Faudi, pointing to his face. "Look at this! They actually put makeup on me! The freaking nerve!" He slammed his hands down in mere frustration before he started to sulk and just decided to switch to his cold self. He scooted a little away form the two and covered his face, his face just hitting the desk.