Of course, the same could be said for any other student of Shujin Academy, with this class -math, maybe? He can't tell- being the last one before the mercy of the lunch break. Except, after the events of a few days before, Ren wasn't just hungry anymore.
It's nothing like the more familiar nauseous pang of too many missed meals, or the mild cramp of a whiny stomach begging for a snack. It was an unfamiliar sensation of a painful, visceral, ravenous, desperate need to feed on anything he could get his hands on, biting at the back of his head, worming its way in every thought, clawing his senses in every waking moment demanding to be satisfied.
Ren felt like he was starving, and that made his mind wander in dangerous places following an insane but perfectly rational logical conclusion on how to stop the agony:
I'm really hungry
I could really go for a steak right now
rare steak
bloody
raw and juicy
doesn't even have to be dead
warm and alive
Miss Usami...
He was gripping the pen in his hand, knuckles white from the effort of holding back the mental wolves snapping at his heels, breathing in slowly and deeply from his nose trying to not think about how much he wants to just get up and sink his teeth in his teacher's arm, and tear it apart.
The idea of feeling the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, the warmth of her flesh in his mouth, the texture of fat and muscle combined as he strips it off the bone... his mouth watered at the thought.
Brought back to reality by Miss Usami's voice asking him a question about whatever she was prattling on about made him snap his pen in his grip.
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