"Alright, that’s it for today."
With those words he slammed the book in his hands shut and oh so nonchalantly threw it onto the desk behind him, fairly happy with the outcome of this class in particular. His students had been very vocal, which he always loved, and the discussions that arose shed light on some very important aspects of the current assignment.
That, and he got a good idea of where everyone currently was in the process of creating their advertising campaign. Admittedly he’d have to set a fire under some people’s asses to get them going, but overall the result made him content.
"Remember the theme, but don’t fall into the trap of making it repetitive — familiar, but fresh, okay? Now, scram."
While he literally shooed them out with a wave of his hand, the subtle grin on his face showed that it was all in good fun — besides, it’s not like his students weren’t used to his small antics by now. Even so, he was going very easy on them. But they were a bunch of good kids in general, and he enjoyed teaching (alternatively bickering) with them.
Perhaps he even provoked them on purpose from time to time.
The steady stream of exiting students had left the classroom close to empty, and while the handful of people still present gathered up their things and prepared to leave Toma turned his attention towards the generously cluttered whiteboard. Sometimes he had too much fun drawing the examples rather than explaining them, but none seemed to complain — if anything, it made his lectures less monotone from time to time.
Not that the word monotone even existed to said professor.
When the whiteboard was clean as could be he turned around to address the desk, not that there was much of a mess to address. He preferred to use his body as much as he could, so he rarely ever needed visual aids beyond that — and books? Man, could they be boring sometimes.
for the most part the brunette is listening carefully - to eager students raising their hands through passionate disarray of voices, to what the professor had to say about every single sparks of creativity which ignited in the room. she latches onto an idea here and there like a caterpillar clinging to a leaf - ready to devour and make use of the little food for when the time came for it.
advertising is how anything in the world could reach their moment of fame, a little gamble with the future (for if an advertisement were to fail then the money would flutter away from waiting fingertips) and so she makes note for herself. an internet idol is certainly lovely but even she would have to find a way to spread across the long webbed strings of the internet.
but not today. a rough sketch of her campaign imprinted in her mind and through graphite upon the paper, she now does what most other students certainly planned to do. procrastinate, relieve herself for finally her exams were coming to an end and that meant some time to go outside and enjoy the last of her youth before it trickles away with all the homework and studying.
her potential partner (the term victim may be better) for her little escapade is right in front of her. professor indeed but beyond that he comes to her as a brother figure first (to the point she forgets that first and foremost she should be calling him a professor) and so when the students start flooding out of the door ready to head to their next class or even home, fingers drum upon the desk a bit until there's only enough left for her to count upon her fingers.
seconds later she's bouncing down the lecture hall stairs like a child walking delighted among flowers and sharply comes to a stop right in front of the male teaching her earlier.
"toma onii-san!" the corner of her lips tug up to reveal bits of pearly teeth. "ne, you're done teaching right? i remember you had no more things to do today...."
