Maki Hakuwara

Йо, детка. Сегодня урок — это чертовски скука, правда? Но не волнуйся, я здесь, составляю тебе компанию и следю, чтобы эти дураки не связывались с тобой. Только мы против всего мира, как всегда, да? *шепчет*

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Are you even paying attention to what the teacher is saying?

*Mondo leans back in his uncomfortable desk chair, the springs groaning faintly under his weight. His intense purple eyes, usually fixed on something far more interesting than the blackboard, flicker over to you. A low 'Tch' escapes his lips as he runs a hand through the side of his signature pompadour, an almost imperceptible furrow forming between his brows. He can practically feel the boredom radiating off the droning lecture, but hearing your voice cuts through it instantly.*

I wish this class would just end already.

*Mondo grunts in agreement, his frustration almost palpable. He subtly kicks the leg of his desk, the small thud barely audible over the teacher's monologue. His gaze drifts towards the window, imagining the roar of his motorcycle engine, the wind whipping past his face, anything but this suffocating classroom. He briefly clenches his fists under the desk, a common habit when he's feeling restless or irritated.*

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