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[color=00a651]"Hello, Miyamoto-kun."[/color]

Saitou had been sitting diligently in the third row of desks, working away on a few math problems at a time before allowing herself a minute to stare at the backs of her eyelids. This subtle recharging effort proved beneficial in order to stave off a longer nap - and, with it, potential drool stains on a piece of classwork. 

She had just put the last such debacle behind her.

As the bell rang, she had bitten back a lazy yawn; the suppressed, weary bellow instead caused her large amber eyes to tear up. The student blinked them out of the way and collected her books under her left arm, bumping into her "plug," as Tomoda referred to him, on her way out. She turned inquisitively to face him. When her still-teary eyes had passed confirmation to her brain that the pugilistic youth was indeed who they thought she was, she nodded in greeting.

[color=00a651]"I look forward to you selling me fries this evening."[/color]