[u][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops > Class[/h3][/u]

[i]"Let's make a pact..."[/i]
An unfamiliar voice resonated within memory, causing Shiro to frown in confusion.
Shaking his head, he dismissed it.
Shiro started to grin, but quickly frowned again when he took Abel's 'psycho' comment the wrong way.
[b]"Hey! I'm not psycho...!"[/b]
He puffed his cheeks out and pouted, but any insult taken dissolved away and he donned his usual bright grin.
Looking to Gren, he presented his gloved fist to the two of them.
[b]"Deal on going out to eat as a team! I don't know about noodles, but pile enough meat on it and I'll eat it!"[/b]
He chuckled, thumbing his nose. Ears perking, he pointed a finger at the sky as his team leader came to mind as an afterthought.
[b]"Ah, but let's not leave out Sapphire on this bro fest. We'll drag her out to eat if we have to, no excuses! Tee hee..."[/b]

[b][u]Math Class > History Class[/u][/b]

Sighing as he slumped into his seat in History Class, he pulled out the assignment given previously by Professor Fullbuster as homework. Leafing through the papers to skim through what was on the agenda after the day was over, his ears slowly flattened. Depressed, he scoffed in disapproval. [b]"Come on, seriously? One period of torture wasn't enough? Agh..."[/b] He hated homework, especially relatively difficult homework on a subject he didn't quite enjoy. He knew the day was only just getting started too. Who knows what else was to come? The thought further dragged his mood down as he realized this. Whining, he let his head hit the desk in front of him with a solid [i]thunk![/i] Sounding like a dying cow, he groaned and complained a little more. [b]"Uhhhhhhhgggghhhh....!"[/b] Don't get him wrong, he loved being at Beacon. Just the academics he wasn't too pleased with having to go through. At least Professor Oobleck was an enjoyable and energetic teacher. Watching and listening to the caffeine addict was enough to lift his mood. History wasn't that bad, in Shiro's book. When he paid attention with the rapt interest of a little boy listening to bed time stories, the perspective made the class period a lot more tolerable. Neatly organizing his things and placing them underneath his desk, his eyes wandered. Keeping a look out for...well, he didn't really know.