Ok, so the sound of footsteps wasn't the teacher or other students. On that note, where was everybody? In any case, the footsteps ended up belonging to a tall girl with dark hair who ran outside to stop a bullying incident that was apparently going on. No doubt she was a third year. Seeing the scuffle outside-it wasn't hard considering the windows were open-Tanaka sighed in annoyance to see the resident bully picking on someone lower than him. Someone that also happened to be female, and from the looks of it, a first year as well. 

[i]"Well, well Daichi. Didn't know you were sexist too."[/i]

Tanaka leaned on his hands and watched the confrontation carefully. Not even lunch time and already the bone head was causing trouble. The introvert silently rooted for the third year and fellow second year Axyl. Meanwhile, all sorts of ideas for punishment crept through his brain. He had a right to imagine, right?

[i]"Hmm. . .maybe we should sew his mouth together. That way he can't insult us. . .or we could cut off his arms. Then he can't push people. Or how about we just rip his legs off so he can't walk? No, too much effort. . .too messy too. . . [/i]

Others would call this trail of thinking disturbing and creepy. Tanaka called it free expression.