The exams. Plural. Exams. That's hell written in plural right there. And I glared at it. Took my time to make sure each and every one of those letters received my hate properly, as they stood there, painting out the dreadful word in blue Arial letters to the computer screen's white background. The teachers had made painfully sure no student had any chance of forgetting: Each and every morning those two weeks before Christmas the big information screen in the entrance hall of the school shone down upon us, probably thanking its lucky star it hang out of our reach high up on the wall.
However, I don't think Kurama was just as happy. It might just have been a hunch from my side, but Hiei insisted on telling me every other day that my complaining, moaning, lamenting and frequent utter rage-outbreaks put even the calm fox' patience on a test. Though honestly, I had no idea what he was talking about.