Sat in the lounge, Ken'ichi had his headphones on his neck, the hard complicated riffs and clean vocals blasting from speakers as if he were carrying a radio. His eyes were dull, no life to them, and his his back, sinking into the sofa. It was easy to spot that he was in his own world right now, and what he was facing was just a blur. Suddenly something would drop, the sound made him jump back to life. The boy would shake off his embarrassment of slipping. [b]"These lecturers don't know when to quit, talking to us constantly, then giving us work after class, then talking our ear off again."[/b] His voice went from calm to frustrated as he said these words. 

A few moments later the boy would have a craving for something sweet, it was always the way when he loses his mind. He stood straight, his posture quite dominant, and would walk over to the bar to fix himself a glass of orange juice. Reaching the bar he would see a face of student that he rarely sees and never speaks to. He did not want to make things awkward and thought this would be a good time to talk. As he took out the plastic cup from the bag he would ask. [b]"Excuse me, sorry to bother you but Would you mind passing me the juice?"[/b]