The two of them paused their tirade against each other, the both of them glancing around at the sudden intrusion of several people. It was one thing if they were taking a side, but everyone one of the new arrivals was calling for them to stop the fight. With grit teeth, the two of them grudgingly put away their weapons, suddenly losing the urge to fight. Still, the look in their eyes promised murder for this later. 

Silently, they returned to their seats, though the girl made point to shove Gloria on her way there. 

"Bitch," she muttered under her breath.

Meanwhile, a student next to Takumi muttered, "Maybe if we're lucky, he got caught in the bombing. Save us the trouble of attending classes." The student was looking at his phone with a feigned look of disinterest.

Twenty minutes passed and still no sign of the teacher. The lack of an authority figure at the right time caused general order to deteriorate. Soon, the class, once lethargic, was filled with noise. Students frequently entered and exited the class -- sometimes bringing students from other classes with them. Some did not return.

One disgruntled student voiced an unpopular opinion, "We should probably go to the faculty room by now, to check with our teacher . . ." and was promptly booed silent. The girl retreated back to her corner of the class, lips pressed into a thin line and looking frustrated.