As the bell echoed in the crisp morning air, all Hayato could manage was a blink. Well. "Uhm, alright," he said to no one as he sipped at his drink, the straw hitting the side of his lip as he fumbled to aim for his mouth. That was... that... A loud laugh ended up escaping the silver haired teen's lips as he walked towards the slightly damaged carton of milk, picking it up as his long legs wandered back into the school. What was that? He didn't know, oh geez, that was an experience- "Haha," he giggled to himself as he made his way into the building, heading up the steps, his slow lumbering causing students to run around him like a river flowing around a rock. Except you know, rocks don't typically move. As he headed to his class, he passed by a B-3 and, with the corner of his eye, caught sight of familiar straight black locks. 

"Ano, excuse me," he said to a girl who was about to enter the classroom. He pointed at the black haired stranger who's back was currently facing him, "Can you deliver something for me?"
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A girl trembled as she made her way to Aoi's desk, a damaged strawberry milk in hand. Resting it lightly on the smartest kid in school's desk, she instantly apologized- "Sorry, someone said to give this to you! Uhm, yeah, okay-" before bowing in apology again and heading back to her own seat, talking in hushed relief with nearby seatmates. The carton was the same one that the number one- or rather, ex-number one - had tossed earlier, only this time, had something sloppily scribbled along the open spaces:
"Milk helps with studies! ^ 0 ^"
"So do smiles!!<3<3"
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For the first time that week, Hayato managed to enter his class barely on time. Usually he'd be late, but when he arrived, he arrived with a handful of others, so it couldn't have been that bad. "Oi, Akashi, clear out your desk," scolded the teacher as the transfer tried sneaking his way past, Hayato merely nodding and offering a weak salute in reply. "Aye, aye," he replied in an accented English as he made his way to the desk which, noticeably, had less bread than he'd left earlier. He opened one and stuffed it in his mouth before shoving the rest into his bag, taking his seat behind a pink haired girl. Jam dirtied the edges of his lips as he tried to scarf down the meal in silence, the classroom's mutterings slowly dying down as classes started to resume.