Well, shit.

That was what one of the American kids in Daisuke's old school would've said at that moment, but he only returned the boy's hostility with another hushed laugh, turning to face the front of the classroom in his chair and obediently listening to the teacher as the man went on with their lesson. Though, only after a few minutes of immersion into the teacher's lesson, did he begin to truly grow bored, averting his eyes to the cerulean sky painting the atmosphere and remarking its beauty. He inhaled deeply and wondered, would he have the same issues that would force him to change schools or move to another country again?

While surveying nature, one of the female students who sat by the window turned to Daisuke and was the first person to return his smile with her own, raising his hand and waving at her lowly. [i]'At least it seems like there's some other nice people here,'[/i] the boy thought before the girl returned to writing her notes, which reminded him that he should've been doing the same, refocusing his attention to the class once again. [i]'Baka Daisuke, baka...'[/i]