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[b][u]8:23am[/u][/b]

One slow train ride later, Hiroshi was finally at school. She wasn't really in the mood for fannying about this time around, with what having no sleep, nothing eat since she couldn't eat her food on the train for some stupid reason (that being she couldn't procure a seat)... she just wanted to get to class and get it over with. She made her way to Classroom 2C where she was assigned for the year. Which was fine. Hiroshi wasn't expecting to be in the very same classroom [i]this[/i] time around, and it saved her from having to walk up one extra flight of stairs anyway. Just so long as she got to sit smack bang in the middle of the class again, like she did the previous year.

...

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Another boy had long since taken the seat that Hiroshi had been eyeing up; in fact, it looked like that same boy that Hiroshi laughed at for spraying coffee over himself. Hiroshi hoped to [i]hell[/i] this wasn't supposed to be his idea for exacting revenge on her, but now that she thought about it, she was skeptical of the prospect. There was no way the boy could've known that was the seat Hiroshi had been occupying that previous year (even if he cared, which she doubted anyone would), and Hiroshi herself didn't believe in Karma anyway. Furthermore, the boy didn't seem to be all that smug about his choice of seat selection... quite the opposite, actually. It looked as though he was dreading the thought of actually [i]sitting[/i] there in the middle of the class.

Why the boy decided he'd sit there, in that case, Hiroshi didn't know. But rather than dwell on what he could have possibly been thinking, Hiroshi instead moved one row behind the boy, and as far to the left as she could possibly seat herself without moving any desks around. After some more deliberating, she opened her school bag and rummaged around for the most expendable thing she could write on. She eventually settled on ripping off a portion a spare page of an old exercise book that she forgot was even in there, and got out a pen.

[i][color=9e005d]'We could've easily swapped seats, y'know,'[/color][/i] Hiroshi wrote on the segment of paper with a red pen, before balling it up and lightly tossing it in the boy's direction. She projected her throw so it would bounce off the boy's shoulder or something and capture his attention, before slowly rolling to a stop on his desk. Hopefully he'd take that as a cue to unravel this "ball" and read the note inside.