Masato was careful not to show any signs of overt aggression.  He promised himself that he would not lose his temper at school ever again.  He hadn't been in a fight on a school campus in three years and he wasn't about to start now.  He couldn't help his intimidating looks, unfortunately -- he just wished they would stop staring.<em>Don't these jerks have books or something that they can look at?</em>he thought to himself.<em>And what the hell is with this teacher?  Isn't he supposed to be a professional?  I never did anything to him -- why is he staring at me like I just fucked his dog?!  Why the hell won't they all just stop staring?!</em><br/><br/>He bit his lip, trying desperately to fight back the stress and anger that seemed to build up in him so easily.  He tried to relax a little, telling himself that it was nothing.  Outwardly, he exhibited little change in expression that most anyone else could detect.  After a few moments, he managed to return his concentration to the lecture.<br/><br/>Another day, another barely controlled tantrum.  Masato would be glad when he and Matt tracked down the bastard who was vanishing students and turned him into his new punching bag.  He sorely needed it.