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[hr][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][b]Nashiro City [/b]--[b] Hyakusawa Academy, First Floor[/b]
[color=gray]April 19th, 2019 | 3:30PM[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr][/center]

The good thing about Mr. Seishiro, beyond his good looks, calming voice, and articulate speech, was that the teacher took exceptionally good notes. They were easy to read, easy to understand, and filled the entirety of the blackboard. Somehow, he always found a way to put an entire day’s worth of notes onto the blackboard without erasing a single thing, meaning that the less motivated students could simply take a picture of the board after class and not have to worry about missing anything at all, beyond the subtle disapproval of the fashionable educator.

That meant, though, that Kazuki had to erase everything, and by gods, there was a lot to erase. Pulling a stool underneath him to reach the very top of the board, the youth held cloth erasers in both hands and swept away calculations and notations with the full rotational range of his arms. Trails of blurry white followed the devastation of knowledge, and once the erasers had been so saturated by dust that they weren’t erasing anything at all, the brunette hopped off the stool and pushed open a window with his shoulder. The classroom was empty now, and he could probably slack off if he wanted to, but Kazuki knew that criminals and procrastinators were always caught when they least expected it. He allowed himself one breath of the fresh, spring wind, before clapping the erasers together. A cold, stony stench polluted the air, and he closed the window soon after, nose scrunched up.

A wet cloth worked to clean what residue remained on the chalkboard, and he soon shifted towards cleaning the desks. The surfaces were laminated, thankfully, and whatever scribbles found upon them were easily removed with the power of fabric and water once more. Predictably, someone had a crude penis drawn on it, not that Kazuki was going to report that. Someone else had scribbled down a couple notes on the surface, doubtlessly to aid them in the closed-book literature quiz the class had before lunch. The notes didn’t look all that useful though; someone hadn’t been paying attention to the quiz contents yesterday. He didn’t report that either, only dutifully scrubbed the evidence away. There were cute doodles too: a cat chewing on fish bones, an umbrella with two names under it, a repeated image of a flower that was missing another petal with each repetition. Real cute. Real nice. He erased them all anyways.

He also erased a death threat on the corner of a desk near the center of the room. Looked at that spot. Marked the location of the desk in his mind. Then kept his head down as he finished off the rest.

All that was left for the day was sweeping, and that…could have been half-assed, if people had actually used the goddamn cafeteria instead of their classroom. As it was, Kazuki hummed a quiet little tune as he used a straw broom to sweep all the trash into a great big disgusting lump of fried noodles, dried rice, tomato stems, apple seeds, infinite hair strands, and ew was that a booger? Yeah, he wasn’t going to scrape [i]that[/i] off the floor. Some of the dust bunnies looked cute at least. Like the felt ornaments that Touko made before. He crouched down, reaching to his pockets for his smartphone. Then Kazuki stopped and felt very silly about wanting to take pictures of afterschool trash. What was he, an artist?

He stood up, gathered it all up into the dust pan, dumped it into the trash, put all the cleaning equipment back to where they belonged, groaned at the extra fifteen minutes it took to get everything done, and marched right out of the classroom towards the Gymnasium.

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Five minutes later, Kazuki ran back into the classroom, snatched his bag off his desk, and ran out once more.

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One minute after five minutes later, Kazuki, now definitely warmed up, ran back to close the classroom door properly.