Atisuto threw his ball into the basket and picked up the other balls, as well, and followed behind to the classroom. He was a smart kid, due to high-quality private schools that cost a pretty penny to his parents, but that was just a small expense his mother felt they needed for him to become what she wanted, perfect. He folowed behind the group with his hands in his pockets and his music playing in his ears. 

Once they arrived to the classroom, he sat down in a chair near the front and leaned back, hands laying on the desk. His music was still playing, but once whoever was the teacher began, he'd take his earbuds out and put them on his arm for later use.