@highabcveground // Kusaka.
“ -- That Idiot is running late ... Again!! “ The prodigious boy, no older than seven, had outwardly fussed to no one in particular and was entirely unconcerned on whom may be positioned nearby to hearken his thoughts whilst he comfortably perched himself atop an inviting bench. --- Large Bento box of duo-layers in hand --- Cooked and contributed to him by Hinamori. -- The scheduled lunch period for the diligent Shin'ō academy students had been initiated, in the melodious guise of resonating chimes, only moments ago. ------ Finally, he is capable of naturally emitting his breath out from his system; his mental energy has depleted a margin from being stifled, for long-durational sessions, within the incessant cluster of towering people in the halls or in the classrooms, thus his anxiety overcame him to the degree it stirred innards to near nausea. -- The region he now attended was one of pleasant seclusion -- One where he, and his friend Kusaka, came to employ their recess time discoursing varied things or jointly exercise. -- But as per customary, his senior colleague has yet to publish his arrival.
“ He has another minute to show up. -- If he fails to do so, his Riceball is mine. “