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Throughout the length of Miss Okamoto's tangent of a lecture, [color=Plum][b]Munehisa Nara[/b][/color] had seemingly been glued to his notebook with such an attentiveness to taking notes that was wildly uncharacteristic to the student as his peers could have noticed. Only his right eye had inched up from the tabletop from time to time to observe their history teacher, and by the time that the harmonious bells signalling the end of the school day had sounded, it was complete. As one would soon come to discover, his effort had not been wasted on their 'lesson' of the day. Nay, it was something far greater. A masterpiece to add to the pages of his small sketchbook that the boy had hidden between the binds of his actual notebook.

[color=Plum][b]"Hey, don't freakin' blame me for my dad not being another Miss Okamoto,"[/b][/color] Munehisa twirled a ballpoint pen between his fingers as he glossed over his work of art, scooting a chair over to Nagi's desk where they congregated. The boy tucked the page of the sketchbook to his chest, setting his elbow down near Asumi's head and laying his chin on his open palm. [color=Plum][b]"Besides, try being his [i]son[/i] of all students, Shirasawa. He'll grill my ass if I get anything short of top class."[/b][/color]

Exchanging his pen for a smartphone from his uniform pocket, Munehisa didn't need to scroll for long before the notification of top priority popped up. The sound of a cute, girly voice radiated from his phone with the hololive alert, though his volume was just loud enough for his friends around the desk to hear. [color=Plum][b][i]"YEAH,[/i] I could use a bite right now,"[/b][/color] he stammered as his face sprung up suddenly, stuffing the phone back into his pocket. [color=Plum][b]"Can we just go for a quick bowl at Obi's, though? I've got some stuff to do after,"[/b][/color] nervous laughter rose from the boy as he scratched the side of his head, slowly minimizing into devious snickering when Munehisa looked upon his sketchbook again.