Shinji Hirako's smile froze. It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head, chilling him to the bone and turning him to stone.
Hiyori burst into earthshaking laughter. She rolled around on the sofa, laughing so hard tears streamed down her face.
"Pfft, hahahaha! Idiot! Moron! Shinji, you idiot! Look at that stupid face of yours! Hahahaha, you're killing me!"
"Serves you right~"
Lisa Yadomaru adjusted her glasses, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she calmly twisted the knife.
"That's disgusting, Shinji. You're the kind of person who repays kindness with contempt."
Yoruichi was delighted to make things worse. She nudged Kisuke Urahara with her elbow and laughed. "Kisuke, look! That face of his could be a new reaction image."
Kisuke Urahara covered his mouth with his fan and gave a timely chuckle. "My, my. What an... unexpected turn of events."
Unexpected, my ass!
"It's a misunderstanding! It's definitely a misunderstanding!" Shinji Hirako looked ready to cry. He waved his hands wildly, trying to explain. "I—I was just... trying to liven things up! Yeah, liven things up!"
"Oh? Were you?"
Yuko set down her teacup, her expression flat, and snapped her fingers. "Then I'll liven things up too."
At her snap, the Visored closed in on him.
"Huh?" Shinji Hirako stared at them, dumbfounded, then cried, "Why are you all so practiced at this?!"
Ignoring his complaint, Yuko waved a hand without changing expression. "Get him."
"Sorry, Shinji. If we want to keep eating in the future, you'll have to take one for the team." Lisa Yadomaru leisurely closed her magazine and adjusted her glasses, her eyes passing over his frozen face.
Kensei Muguruma clenched his fists. "Sorry. I don't want to do this either."
Everyone turned a dangerous gaze on Shinji