[ (THIS CR SEEMS CUTE AS HECK SO FAR. I CANNOT BELIEVE.)
He had always found it unusual. In a room filled with barbaric imbeciles, Yamato seemed oddly-placed. His demeanor was distinct against the flurry of wild happenstances, quiet in a way that often lured him from the surrounding cacophony of their classmates - his composure light-hearted, ostensibly ambiguous. It was relatively easy for him to accept Yamato's version of the truth, his back pressed against the cool surface of his seat, shoulders relaxing as his features softened in reluctant concurrence.
Akira followed his gaze towards the direction of the window, regarding them with apathy like he had already separated himself from those who were responsible for property damage. Fleetingly so, he began to wonder why their teacher had often left them unattended, knowing what they were all capable of. It seemed beyond negligent, like they were making an effort to avoid the inevitable for as long as they can manage.
Still, to be draw him into something that needn't involve him moments after his initial dilemma, he felt that his general annoyance, at this point, was justified. ]
... Yeah. [ The spoken syllable was steady, almost resolute in his agreement. He was a casualty of supposed bad luck, but even then, Akira knew better than to lash out at a neutral party. Besides, Yamato was practically the only one who made for pleasant company compared to the rest. Crossing his arms loosely across his stomach, he shifted his focus onto the top of his desk, his peripheral catching Yamato's elbow. ] It doesn't seem like you.
[ There wasn't much of an outward reaction after receiving Yamato's question. But, the ache on the corner of his mouth renewed as if encouraged by the mere notion of being acknowledged. Towards anyone else, body language, general countenance, would have illustrated the words, "None of your business", his stubborn silence a foothold for his unspoken statement. For Yamato, only a subtle frown as he immediately recalled the prelude of a nonsensical scuffle. ]
I wasn't the instigator. [ Akira never was. But, it seemed difficult for the majority to believe - until a random bystander ended up attesting to his testimony. The student body was belligerent, but the way the adults operated the workings of the school, he still found it appalling that this place was held in a seemingly high regard. ]
I am hella tardy. Please forgive... ... ... Offers virtual cake... ...
He had always found it unusual. In a room filled with barbaric imbeciles, Yamato seemed oddly-placed. His demeanor was distinct against the flurry of wild happenstances, quiet in a way that often lured him from the surrounding cacophony of their classmates - his composure light-hearted, ostensibly ambiguous. It was relatively easy for him to accept Yamato's version of the truth, his back pressed against the cool surface of his seat, shoulders relaxing as his features softened in reluctant concurrence.
Akira followed his gaze towards the direction of the window, regarding them with apathy like he had already separated himself from those who were responsible for property damage. Fleetingly so, he began to wonder why their teacher had often left them unattended, knowing what they were all capable of. It seemed beyond negligent, like they were making an effort to avoid the inevitable for as long as they can manage.
Still, to be draw him into something that needn't involve him moments after his initial dilemma, he felt that his general annoyance, at this point, was justified. ]
... Yeah. [ The spoken syllable was steady, almost resolute in his agreement. He was a casualty of supposed bad luck, but even then, Akira knew better than to lash out at a neutral party. Besides, Yamato was practically the only one who made for pleasant company compared to the rest. Crossing his arms loosely across his stomach, he shifted his focus onto the top of his desk, his peripheral catching Yamato's elbow. ] It doesn't seem like you.
[ There wasn't much of an outward reaction after receiving Yamato's question. But, the ache on the corner of his mouth renewed as if encouraged by the mere notion of being acknowledged. Towards anyone else, body language, general countenance, would have illustrated the words, "None of your business", his stubborn silence a foothold for his unspoken statement. For Yamato, only a subtle frown as he immediately recalled the prelude of a nonsensical scuffle. ]
I wasn't the instigator. [ Akira never was. But, it seemed difficult for the majority to believe - until a random bystander ended up attesting to his testimony. The student body was belligerent, but the way the adults operated the workings of the school, he still found it appalling that this place was held in a seemingly high regard. ]