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[i]Masuda High - Mr. Hagino's History Class[/i][/center][hr]

Even though he was awake, the history lesson passed right over Hidekichi's head. Something about a rebellion and Christianity, sure, sure. His mind raced a mile a minute with all sorts of other topics - his work, his sister, his breakfast, a cool rock he saw on the way to school today, whether Mr. Hagino could beat the principal in a fight (his money was on Hagino), what that girl on the laptop was so busy with, how many ants it'd take to fill up a wine glass - pretty much any new information would bounce off his brain like it was made of rubber.

At some point mid-lecture he noticed the page of his history book he'd scribbled on and began to, quietly, tear it out. [i]Krsht, krrrrsht... shkh-[/i] He may have been an eighth of the way awake, but zombie-mode Mamai really [i]cooked[/i] on some of these diagrams!

He just had to figure out what that guy meant with the 'kitchen grease'. Hidekichi was sure it'd come back to him eventually.

Soon enough it was time for lunch, the morning lessons having breezed past him with hardly any impact. He was just about to get up to nab his food when that one blue kid came up to him out of... well, outta the blue!

"Aww, Shirogane, yeah!" Hidekichi met his classmate with a wide grin and went for a high dap that more than likely missed its intended target, though he didn't let the dud-five linger. "'Course, man, don't even say thanks about it! I was gonna hit up the café for lunch, you want anything? My treat!" Hidekichi pulled Shotaro along about as oppressively as he talked, elbow locked around the back of his neck, no doubt sparking fresh rumors about how [i]that Mamai, strong-arming Shirogane-san out of his cash![/i]

"Hey, you're new, you think it weird how much of our class is like, [i]weird[/i], ya know?"