Akira was sporting a sore on the corner of his mouth, an indication of a physical altercation. His mood was foul. Being the recipient of detention when he had gotten roped into someone else's shenanigans was not the way he had wanted to start the day. On top of that, a textbook was applied directly to his face when he had opened the door to his classroom, and he held his breath as if trying to keep his temper from flaring. The impact caused a vast portion of his face to sting. However, it was thin and flimsy enough to allow the pain to vanish moments later.
Eventually, he sighed, audible for the rest of his classmates to hear, as he reached down for the book, almost prepared to aim it back to the offender's face. When Akira had caught sight of Yamato, he felt oddly receptive in hearing the explanation. After all, he was a familiar face, and he didn't particularly dislike him, either. To say that he was completely comfortable around the guy, however was something of a different story. Still, for what purpose did he have to toss a book at him, or anyone passing through.
His eyes scanned the classroom, and finally took note of the broken windows. What in God's name, T B H. ]
( classroom ) HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ♥ I'll probably say it on plurk, too, but either way, LMAO.
Akira was sporting a sore on the corner of his mouth, an indication of a physical altercation. His mood was foul. Being the recipient of detention when he had gotten roped into someone else's shenanigans was not the way he had wanted to start the day. On top of that, a textbook was applied directly to his face when he had opened the door to his classroom, and he held his breath as if trying to keep his temper from flaring. The impact caused a vast portion of his face to sting. However, it was thin and flimsy enough to allow the pain to vanish moments later.
Eventually, he sighed, audible for the rest of his classmates to hear, as he reached down for the book, almost prepared to aim it back to the offender's face. When Akira had caught sight of Yamato, he felt oddly receptive in hearing the explanation. After all, he was a familiar face, and he didn't particularly dislike him, either. To say that he was completely comfortable around the guy, however was something of a different story. Still, for what purpose did he have to toss a book at him, or anyone passing through.
His eyes scanned the classroom, and finally took note of the broken windows. What in God's name, T B H. ]
... Explain, then.