"This heat should end soon," Hayner mumbled to himself quietly. His feet moved quickly across the pavement stomping with each step and his blue backpack awkwardly bouncing off his back. The books inside bumped against his back each time creating a soft thud. He winced a little but ignored the pain. His second class of the day, first of the year, and his favorite subject started in less than a minute.

Elmina Hall was the writing building and often held language classes as well. When his feet led him to the front door, he quickly pushed through the group of international students talking quietly near the entrance. A few of them made a scoffing noise, but he didn't have time to call them out on their rudeness. Elmina hall had 3 floors all carefully laid out with stairs at each end of the halls leading to the next. It was one of the older buildings on campus so; it was similar to a high school or middle school layout. There were even a few lockers that stuck out in the plain grey hall.

Thankfully, his class was located in room 112 on the first floor of the building. It was one of the large three lecture rooms in the building. The blonde leaned his chest up against the large brown door peering through the small rectangle window. He sighed softly realizing that it was dark inside meaning the professor had started lecturing already. Feeling like a complete idiot, he pushed forward on the doors and took a step inside looking around like a lost deer.

The lecture hall inclined toward the front of the room where the professor was standing in front of a podium with a large screen projecting his presentation. The seats were similar to theater seats however they all had a pull out desk attached when one flipped it up. Hayner's green eyes scanned the room as he stood awkwardly with his backpack near the door. He ignored the professor's eyes on him and spotted Hayner near the middle of the aisle. There was one spot on the end right beside him.

Hayner adjusted his backpack and began walking down the dark aisle of the lecture room. Wondering if the professor would say anything, he awkwardly sat down next to Roxas with a fake smile. He heard the other whisper something but ignored him, zipping open his backpack. The blue folder inside held most of his important papers including a pencil. He pulled it out then looked back at Roxas again. "What?" He whispered softly, meeting the other's blue eyes

Unfortunately, he had not whispered to Roxas. He had actually said it in a normal speaking voice if not louder. The professor's speaking had stopped and all attention in the class had turned to face Hayner. His face suddenly felt heated. Trying to seem like it wasn't him, he sunk down in his seat gripping his blue folder with both hands.

"Thanks, jackass," He heard the teacher remark. It surprised him for the most part that a teacher would curse but what was more unlikely was that he had basically cursed him out. He opened his mouth to say something, but he finally met the teacher's gaze and froze.

The professor was tall, his blonde hair was somewhat slicked back but not overly covered in gel, his eyes were a light blue similar to Roxas but slightly greener, and he was most certainly the man from before in the ice cream parlor. Except instead of a brown jacket and slacks, he was dressed in a very neat three-piece-suit. The jacket and pants were a dark blue, the shirt underneath was a grey, and the expensive tie underneath was a charcoal color.

Still surprised from the turn of events, Hayner remained silent and stared directly at him. The professor was not surprised though. There were many students at Twilight Town University so seeing the boy again was almost predictable. He smirked a little and shuffled some papers on the podium with his hands.

"Excuse me but this is a lecture even if it is the first day. What gives you the right to interrupt me? "Hayner was silent. "Well, we shall continue then if that is okay with you." Seifer had been asking this rhetorically but saw Hayner nod when he turned away to look back down at his computer. He smiled slightly even though he was just staring at the syllabus being displayed on the wall.

The first day of class, Hayner thought, and I can't even stay out of trouble. Sighing to himself, he rested his elbows up on the desk cradling his face with both hands in a miserable state. This was supposed to be his favorite class. This was going to be the class he got an A in. But this teacher was ridiculous and was probably going to fail him on purpose. He groaned at the thought while hiding his face more.

Roxas had noticed his friend looking upset about being embarrassed but ignored him until he made an annoying noise. He rolled his eyes at Hayner. "Quit bitching," He whispered very quietly into his ear, leaning over slightly but kept his eyes on the professor talking.

"Shut up, Roxas," Hayner gritted out of his teeth and slowly tilted his head up in his hands to glare at the other boy. Feeling paranoid, he quickly sat up and glanced at the professor. Seifer was still lecturing about his syllabus to the class.

His eyes caught Hayner's for a moment and he stilled. Seifer licked his lips slightly. Assuming he was mocking him, Hayner looked away from him to stare at the back of the students in front of him.

The student on the left was a tall broad-shouldered student wearing a sleeveless tank-top with a chain around his neck. His brown hair was styled very fifties that touched the top of his neck. He was on his laptop playing some sort of racing game and clearly not paying attention. Hayner rolled his eyes. The other was a female, whom was taking precise paper notes, leaning down trying to focus. Her lightly-colored (almost grey) hair covered most of her right eye cut in a shaggy style similar to Kairi's. All of her clothes were black except her brown cargo pants. He assumed they were graduate students or teacher assistants because they seemed much older.

Distracted and lost in his thoughts, the boy didn't notice that Roxas was already taking notes until he looked up from the student's at the projector. What a prick, Hayner thought. Already giving notes on the first day of lectures. There were a lot of classes where teachers would just give the syllabus on the first day and dismiss them. Obviously, Professor Almasy was going to be a "hard ass."

Hayner sighed softly before