Cyril grunted in surprise when Daisuke took his elbow, spinning both of them around as if they were drunken Irishmen. The thought made him blush. He hated being the center of attention... and he was sure that if people were around them, they would be stared at. The black haired boy was relieved when the idiot let go of him, and he was about to say something else when something struck him across the face. It was then that Cyril stared at Daisuke. Did... Did he just... smack him? His fists tightened and he began to shake. [I]I have... to keep... calm... I can't hit him... I'll get in trouble... I'll have to stay in school longer...[/I] but he had basically hit him first. He could tell the teachers that... and so, a grin split across his lips as he raised a fist, and attempted to punch him straight in the face.

He supposed that he could have held himself back a bit longer... but he just couldn't have Daisuke hitting him! Even if someone from the future told him to.