"What did you do?!" A controlled explosion of a question boomed, sending everything shaking.
Mr. Lee stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him.
Snap.
"Do you want to be taken out of the academy?!"
Leon stood rooted to the spot, the earlier warmth now evaporating. His mind went black, all explanation clogging in his throat. He was… numb.
Mr. Lee advanced, ranting furiously about responsibility, the cost of academy property, and the precariousness of his position.
He stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowing. He was close now, enough to see the details Leon had tried to wash away.
"Why have your knuckles reddened?" Mr. Lee's ranting voice dropped, becoming dangerously quiet.
Leon looked down at his own hands, sweat tracing down his brow.
"I… slammed my hand on the wall," he paused, wiped the sweat that was ready to drip down. "When I entered the dormitory last night. Out of anger."
