Sanro growling softly, scouts out the halls and on his second walkabout sees his prey.  Hands flexing the 5' 10" male strides as she foolishly stands in front of the door of classroom 2-B.  The large hand settles on the small, slim shoulder and spins Ichigo around!<br/><br/>"What the fucking hell do you think you're doing?"  His voice is soft with anger.