"That isn't your desk," Yori stated. He didn't bother to break his gaze from the page to be sure. It was simply a fact that did not need verification. Akira was not in their class, therefore it could not be his desk.

Akira was the sort of individual who had traditional intelligence in spades, as well as the arrogance that came with it, without any of the common sense to employ it properly. It was unsurprising that he'd mixed up their classrooms. Again. It was a pattern. A waste of time. But he would acknowledge it briefly, if only to gain peace.

His hand waved in vague direction. "Three doors over, Akira. As always."