He wanted to ask himself how he could have forgotten, but he knew exactly how.
In between studying the milfs on Saturday, planning the Arts Competition with Hitomi, getting arrested on Sunday and spending last night fucking Mrs. Endo to stupor, it was no surprise that he would forget his homework.
It was a weird feeling, like his entire life had been shredded completely, like something had gone wrong internally in the software that made Renji who he was.
Forgetting homework? That was completely unlike him.
He wondered what he should do. He could hurry and write an essay in the few minutes it took everyone to submit, but it wouldn't be very good, and he wouldn't go very far either.
Renji felt his throat itch. The Milf Note might have been making his life great, but now, he could see that it was stripping away who he was.
Slowly.
The classroom was already rustling with the sound of notebooks sliding out, pens clicking, the soft thud of paper stacks being straightened.
