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Eizzac keeps his head turned, silently observing his surroundings and all of its escapades. It seems that everyone was going about with their business. Daisuke silently thinking to himself, Haru and Miyuki having a chat with each other, the same thing with Faudi and Masaru. Eizzac felt as if he was forgetting something... there was something missing...and then as movement from the door catches his eyes, he realized that Hanone was the last to enter. He watches as Hanone grudgingly trudges his way into the classroom, the make-up on his face marring his frustrated persona. At first Eizzac felt quite sorry for Hanone, pitying his inability at dodging the rest of the fan girls. Soon after, he started to feel relief. It was a wise, albeit embarassing and cowardly, choice to run away with his tail between his legs. Shaking his head he turns on his seat, sitting backwards with his chin leaning on the chair, showing his interest with the events at hand. "Why was I freaking born with such a weak body, dammit!" He winces slightly, wishing to speak up, wanting to deny his self accusation, but instead he just shakes his head. It's better to just observe and stay away from all of his other fellow students. He had nothing to do with them, other than just keeping his distance and listening.

He shakes his head in reassurance, once again going to observe what was happening with the other Day Class students. He shivers as Hanone slams the table closing his eyes in fear of his dominance, before squintingly observing once more, behind the protection of the back of his chair. Suddenly Faudi just gets a small glass of water, splashing its contents on Hanone's ill-tempered face. Eizzac's mouth starts to contort into that of a smir, his hands going over his mouth, starting to go into a small fit giggles, the sound slightly audible in the room. His ears twitch as the sound of another individual's chuckle. It took him a moment, but he realized that the other person's laughter was Masaru's. His eyes widen staring at his superior, his laughter betraying his usual formal and more commanding personality.

Eizzac stared at Masaru, his mouth slightly agape. He continued to stare at Masaru, up until some movement catches his eyes. Eizzac's eyes darted towards the door, watching as one of the prefects make way into the room, locking eyes on Masaru, requesting for his presence. Masaru stands up and gives authority to Hanone, starting walking outside with the prefect, but not before Faudi silently, yet darkly confronts the prefect. "You're the leader of the pathetic group. Amaya, right? Here's a bloody brilliant idea. Do your job right. You and your group are always harping at everyone for not giving you enough respect with your job. Yet you couldn't help but run off and let one of us get mobbed anyway?" Chills run down his back at the sound of her chilling tone Slowly he turns on his own seat, crossing his arms. He was finished observing, he didn't want to watch too long and some how...some way get involved. Shaking his head, he stares at his desk, waiting quietly.

Slowly his mind starts to wander once more, wondering why he was here... It's not that he's not enjoying himself, but he knows how he interacts with people. He was different, the back of the group. He's barely spoken to any of his fellow Day Class students. He's never told them why he was here, he never told anyone facts about himself, solely because talking was such a hurdle for him to cross, why bother? He shakes his head staring at his desk, now more saddened than ever.