Yori continued to be the stoic son of a bitch that Akira knew and was pretty okay with. Kozue, however, proceeded to be Kozue. Damn. "Sorry. You were just collateral damage." Akira said, giving him an apologetic nod as he squeezed past him into the classroom. Masato and Rika had also come along for the ride. Looks like their group would be the super senpai special. The younglings with their love rhododendrons would have to be fine by themselves, he guessed.

 Akira was in the middle of examining the Ominous Wall Words(tm) when Rika managed to get the blackboard to come crashing down. "Judging you." Akira said, pointing at her. And judging. The dust seemed to be too thick for her to notice, though. In any case, the judging and shit ceased to matter after she opened the door, revealing a hella cool art gallery. Art was rad. Akira smiled slightly as the nice girl on the intercom gave them a veiled death threat. She seemed pleasant enough.

Mitsuki was in an adventurous mood, as always. "I'll come along." Akira said as he walked over to her. "[i]Someone[/i] has to keep your natural kleptomaniac instincts in check, protagonist-chan."