mikko
hippie in training
nagisa squeaked when hajime hit him, tumbling from the desk and onto the floor with a loud curse. he enjoyed the varied looks he received from everyone, though, all different. some were disgusted, others amused, some wholly shocked. it was perfect. he was pleased to say he left no ordinary first impression on everyone. he frowned when a teacher(he was already displeased with this guy, though. who gave a test to unprepared kids? the devil, that's who), practically banished him from class, his disgustingly sugar sweet voice turning acidic when turned to yours truly. "it's rather unjust for you to say 'please leave my class,' when i was just introducing myself to my new students, don't'cha think?" he said, voice dripping with a faux, friendly enthusiasm. "plus, i was just tryin' to calm them down from your little pop quiz. look, one of 'em is having a melt down!" he pointed towards a boy clicking away at his pen, tears streaming down his cheeks. he put his hands on his hips, shaking his head in a playful disappointment.
@Suzumaki Arakai
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