The door to the classroom slammed open, and a blonde, muscular male figure walked through it. He walked into the room cautiously, not noticing Ayano. She put her scissors back in her pocket and discreetly snapped a photo of him to send to Info-Chan.
Info-Chan: That's Osoro Shidesu, leader of the delinquent gang at school. They cause a lot of trouble, so I wouldn't be surprised if you got a request to off him. Be careful, though; he's one of the strongest fighters in the school.
Ayano: What is he doing in a classroom if he's a delinquent? Shouldn't he be by the incinerator?
Info-Chan: I picked up some information on him from my recording devices. He has been suspended for a month because somebody reported his activities to the school. Right now, he's trying to find the 'snitch.'
Ayano put her phone away. She took her notebook out of her bag and pretended to do work, trying her best to avoid the gaze of the intimidating delinquent. Her best, however, was not enough as Shidesu eventually noticed her presence. His piercing amber eyes narrowed and after a long silence, he eventually spoke.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was deep and gravelly as if Morgan Freeman had just gotten over a bad cold and had also swallowed a spoonful of sand. He stared at her as if he were trying to read her mind. Ayano stared right back, unintimidated by him. She had the scissors in her pocket if this whole thing went south.
"This is my classroom," Ayano replied and stood up to match his intimidating posture. "What are you doing here?" She shot back another question, and Shidesu narrowed his eyes even further.
"It's none of your business what I'm doing here!" Osoro shot back angrily.
Ayano replied like lightning, her anger from the morning and the earlier part of the week poisoning her words like arsenic. "It's my business when a delinquent is poking around in my classroom! If you aren't here to learn, you shouldn't be here at all!" She stepped forward, and Osoro took a step back. To Ayano, he was obviously surprised that someone of her stature was standing up to him.
"Whatever, pipsqueak. I got what I came here for, anyway." He immediately tried to regain his composure, pretending that he was unfazed by the smaller girl's actions. Ayano knew better than to fall for his act. In her eyes, he was an absolute idiot trying to act tough. She absolutely loathed people like him.
By now, it was almost time for class to begin. Students began to make their way to class, and Osoro left as suddenly as he had come. People began slowly filtering their way into the classroom, only barely registering Ayano's presence. She was undoubtedly one of the people that kept to the background, and she was rarely noticed by others. Today was no different. Ayano took her textbook and flipped through her notebook to find her homework.
"What the hell?" Ayano hissed under her breath, "Ugh, I can't believe I forgot to do the homework!" She quickly glanced to her left and right. The person to her left had not made it to class yet, and the person to her right was fast asleep at his desk. Ugh, I definitely can't get this done before the teacher gets here. I have to wake him up and ask to copy his homework. Ayano grudgingly leaned across the aisle and poked the orange-haired boy with her pencil. The boy jolted awake violently, almost falling out of his chair before catching himself.
"What's the big ide-!" His exclamation cut off as he finally got a good look at her. His mouth flapped like a beached fish, no noise coming out as he desperately grasped for something to say. "I, uh, um… What do you need?"
Ayano gave him a quizzical look before responding, "Can I copy your homework?"
The orange-haired boy blinked a couple of times, processing the request. "Why didn't you do your homework? W-whatever, I'm not just giving my homework out to a slacker like you!" He crossed his arms angrily and attempted to stare Ayano down before turning several shades of red and eventually looking away.
Ayano decided to turn up the charm. "Pretty please? It's just… I got home so late from my part-time job that I didn't have time to do it!" She put on puppy dog eyes and turned up the charm. This lie is probably going to bite me in the ass later on, but I really don't want to get yelled at by the teacher. The boy managed to stutter out a "F-fine" and handed Ayano his notebook. By the time she had completed her homework, the teacher had arrived. She quickly handed the boy back his notebook. It was time for class.
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