Akira had noted that. The assumption that Yamato was responsible for the facial assault steadily dwindled, fingers pliant as the textbook slipped easily from his grasp. His eyes followed the collection of movement, and something like relieved surprise settled as the book remained stagnant upon a hard surface. Perhaps it wasn't naive of him to believe that Yamato was an uninvolved party, but somehow had gotten himself embroiled due to the nature of their classmates. There was a part of him that wanted to backtrack, skip class in order to further divorce himself from the situation. But, there was a lack of trust in their teacher's intelligence. After all, it would be leverage for their classmates to pinpoint the blame on him to avoid detention and further punishment, and his pride refused to give them that satisfaction. ]
Doesn't seem like an accident.
[ But, his words were directed to their seated classmates, eyes, prowling, in order to capture any hint of guilt. Even then, Akira couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary, mainly because the students were looking away from him, obscuring scrutiny. As if resigned, he finally allowed the classroom door to close, keeping the view of broken windows from lurking curiosity of passersby. ]
Didn't peg you as the type to want to throw books at people.
[ There was something light-hearted about his tone that was normally encompassed by assured indifference, as if inviting further explanation if Yamato had any more to offer. Akira made his way to an empty desk, conveniently behind Yamato's. Everything else was taken anyway. ]
You are so adorable, omg. I hope your birthday cake was one of your ultimate faves!!
Akira had noted that. The assumption that Yamato was responsible for the facial assault steadily dwindled, fingers pliant as the textbook slipped easily from his grasp. His eyes followed the collection of movement, and something like relieved surprise settled as the book remained stagnant upon a hard surface. Perhaps it wasn't naive of him to believe that Yamato was an uninvolved party, but somehow had gotten himself embroiled due to the nature of their classmates. There was a part of him that wanted to backtrack, skip class in order to further divorce himself from the situation. But, there was a lack of trust in their teacher's intelligence. After all, it would be leverage for their classmates to pinpoint the blame on him to avoid detention and further punishment, and his pride refused to give them that satisfaction. ]
Doesn't seem like an accident.
[ But, his words were directed to their seated classmates, eyes, prowling, in order to capture any hint of guilt. Even then, Akira couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary, mainly because the students were looking away from him, obscuring scrutiny. As if resigned, he finally allowed the classroom door to close, keeping the view of broken windows from lurking curiosity of passersby. ]
Didn't peg you as the type to want to throw books at people.
[ There was something light-hearted about his tone that was normally encompassed by assured indifference, as if inviting further explanation if Yamato had any more to offer. Akira made his way to an empty desk, conveniently behind Yamato's. Everything else was taken anyway. ]