From the looks of it, the teacher didn't seem to mind as Gideon nonchalantly devoured the pork bun in front of her. The boy was seated right at the front, though. It's no wonder she seemed so rigid. Senjin noticed this, and carefully slipped out the plastic container from its hiding place. He managed to get a spoonful in the air until he noticed the teacher shooting him a hundred daggers through her glare.

"Sayama-kun, please refrain from saturating your hunger [i]during[/i] class discussion!" she spat, "You should know by now that is what breaks are for."

The boy's jaw dropped to his desk, as he looked at the teacher, then to Gideon, who solemnly continued to finish off his savory pastry. Senji was taken aback, despite knowing that if he were in her place, he probably wouldn't want to mess with the boy in front either. Either way, the obvious bias slightly offended him. While keeping intense eye-contact with the teacher, he drove the spoon into his mouth and swallowed quite audibly to be heard by the entire class, finishing it off with a satisfied "Ahhh~"

"SAYAMA SENJIN! IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO CONTINUE DISRESPECTING THE RULES, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TAKE A TRIP OUTSIDE CLASS." her roars shook the windows he sat next to, grinding her teeth as the venom poured out of her mouth. Of course, it did suck for him to be called out on since it was only the second day of school, but what could he do at that point? So he stood up, dragged the chair behind him and stepped out of the classroom with his custard cup, and then backtracked to fetch his spoon. If the teacher was going to be biased and salty, Senji didn't want to hear it anymore. He figured the rest of the year was definitely going to suck with her.

As Senji sulked outside, he wondered what kind of class the Music students were having. Kyoko did mention that that was her chosen elective. The room was only just a couple doors down the hall, so it wouldn't hurt to take a peek. He stuck the spoon in his mouth and stood on his tippy-toes, lifting himself high enough to watch the class go on through the window. As soon as he managed to catch a glance of Kyoko, and then made awkward eye-contact with the teacher, he had quickly lowered himself, hoping to God that their teacher didn't mind him either, otherwise that would be a total of TWO scoldings in a row. Not a good set record for his second day. The boy continued to finish off his custard cup, which, oddly enough, seemed to never end. He leaned against the wall beside their classroom and waited for the bell to ring, sighing as he pondered which instrument Kyo would've picked.

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