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[center][color=FDBD01][b]MENTIONS:[/b][/COLOR] [color=C0C0C0][color=FDBD01]Kimiko[/color] [[@vietmyke]][/color][/center]

[color=FDBD01][b][h3]Monday, April 25th[/h3][/b]
[i]Izumi Academy, Classroom 3-C[/i][/color]
[color=FDBD01][i][b]Weather:[/b][/i][/color] [color=C0C0C0][i]Fair[/i][/color]

[color=C0C0C0]Junichiro’s morning was spent daydreaming about curry buns. 

It was just his luck for his alarm not to go off on time– and it was very much not his fault. He was certain that he had set the proper time on his phone before going to sleep last night. It was supposed to go off at 8. It was supposed to make this big, blaring sound that made his ears hurt and he would curse at it to no end as he got ready for school. It was [i]supposed[/i] to help him to get to school on time. That morning it had remained eerily silent, almost judging him for staying up until three playing video games. Maybe it was its way of disciplining him. Maybe it just wanted to make fun of him. Whatever the case was, Junichiro had little time to freak out about the fact that it was 8:30 am and he had 15 minutes to get to school on time. After a fit of panic– and tons of ruckus as he stormed around his room to gather his belongings– he threw on his school uniform and bolted out his bedroom door. Junichiro wasn’t even careful enough to try not to wake up his father, who slept in his drunken stupor on the leather couch of their cramped living room, as he pelted down the creaky wooden stairwell and streaked out of their home. 

With fair weather and light traffic, it took him a brief ten minutes to get to Izumi and an extra three to take a piss and rush for class. Both students and teachers probably thought he went crazy as he tore down the pristine white hallways and barreled past anyone who dared stand in his path. Once or twice, he heard one of them holler obscenities after him. This time, Junichiro didn’t care. He couldn’t be late, not this early in the semester. Late days were reserved for later on, when the days were hot and sweltering and he didn’t have to sweat his ass off on his commute. [i]Then[/i] he could afford taking his sweet ass time on his trip to school. 

Junichiro heaved for breath by the time he slumped down in his spot at the very back of class. Sweat poured down his face as he slammed his forehead down upon his desk. He had made it. He had actually made–

His stomach produced a large, trembling growl that sent a tremor through his bones. A yawning hole gaped at the very pit of his abdomen and loudly begged for food. The consequences of having no breakfast were steep. 

[color=FDBD01][i]Shit.[/i][/color]

The curry-bun-daydreams washed over his mind like a storm of rain. Junichiro’s head didn’t move from its spot during the duration of the first few of his classes. He wasn’t sure if it was because his teachers felt for him or they simply had lost faith in him. Honestly, he couldn’t care less. All that mattered was sticking his teeth deep in the warm curry buns the school set during lunch time. And when Miss Yamada, his history teacher, finally stopped yapping, the lunch bell finally rang. In a sort of second wind, Junichiro launched himself from his desk and rushed out of the room. 

It took him three minutes for Junichiro to return with a mouth half-brimming with sauce and bread and his hands carrying two more. He looked satisfied and almost proud of himself as he strode towards Kimiko’s seat. Manuevering a chair closer to where she sat with his right foot, he plopped down in front of her and stuffed his mouth full with the back portion of the warm bun. 

[color=FDBD01][b]”Can’t [i]believe[/i] I was able to swindle that kid outta his curry buns– now I got two more,”[/b][/color] Junichiro said, raising them both up as if they were a pair of trophies. [color=FDBD01][b]”Been thinkin’ ‘bout them the [i]whole[/i] day, I was [i]starvin’[/i]. Now they’re finally mine!”[/b][/color] 

He peeled away the wrapper on the second one and promptly took another sloppy bite as he looked at the girl expectantly. 

[color=FDBD01][b]”’Sup?”[/b][/color][/color]