Renji's eyes widened at Byakuya leaning in, and for a brief moment he almost clung to the window, before he got firm hold of himself and squared his shoulders again.
He wasn't stressed. No. Not at all.
At Byakuya's question, a lot of answers flitted through his mind, none of which were at all appropriate. Like, 'because I fucked your sister' or 'because you don't want me to marry her and I'm gonna tell you to stick it up your ass' or 'because you like hitting defenseless women.'
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He wasn't stressed. No. Not at all.
At Byakuya's question, a lot of answers flitted through his mind, none of which were at all appropriate. Like, 'because I fucked your sister' or 'because you don't want me to marry her and I'm gonna tell you to stick it up your ass' or 'because you like hitting defenseless women.'
He cleared his throat. "No idea. Sir."