[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220406/41c00969640e4c419145d2059208198c.png[/img][/center] [b][color=00a99d]Mentions:[/color][/b] Kenzan had hoped that maybe the following school day would be somewhat normal, and that was mostly the case. The usual attention was paid to their teacher, which was not all that much, and lunch rolled around without much fanfare. He glanced up from his phone with general indifference as Nagi made her presence known at the door and called out for Hakuro. [color=00a99d][i]Welp, he's dead.[/i][/color] So much for the singular person in 3-A that he actually felt any inclination to speak with. He fought off the urge to roll his eyes at their Class Rep as she tried to assert some kind of dominance and went back to his game as Hakuro left the room. He was somewhat surprised that he hadn't heard anything else about the whole issue going on with 2-B, but he wasn't invested enough to actually talk to anyone about it. Sure, their teacher was a bitch, but who hadn't had a shitty teacher at some point during school. She was probably just overreacting and trying to make herself out as more powerful than she really was. Not his problem though. Thankfully it wasn't raining after class today and Kenzan was able to make quick work down and out of the school. He caught sight of some of the second years he'd been hauled to the station with talking animatedly about something. Probably the dead body if he had to guess. He stuck his headphones in and walked past them to make his usual way to the bookstore. He felt his phone buzz and didn't fight the urge to roll his eyes as the usual text from his mother popped up. [i]When are you getting home? I need you to go to the store and get me some stuff.[/i] By "some stuff" she almost assuredly meant alcohol of some variety. Where she continued to find the money for it he had no idea. He once again reminded her of the fact that he, legally, could not purchase what she wanted. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket before the onslaught of responses showed up as he opened the door to Kudo's. He sent a wave to the man himself who was working the counter today before slipping back amongst the shelves to hole up with his books and computer. Whether or not he actually did any work remained to be seen.