Graffiti in the stalls, hooligans loitering the grounds after school, clubs arguing over class rooms, etc, etc. Saito sighed as he idly tapped his pencil against the wood, sapphires glued on the laundry list of offenses that lay on the desk before him. It had been kind of quiet as of late, so it came as no surprise that an influx of idiots would appear seemingly out of nowhere. Though it was just as well. He simply would have to deal with all of them accordingly.— however, no sooner had he flipped the page in his notebook when his cellphone buzzed.
Heisuke? A repeated offender himself, though still rather odd he would be texting him.[ Not particularly. Did you need something? ]
The more he thought about it the more Heisuke realized that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to text Hajime in the first place. He was a serious person — as expected of someone who was apart of the disciplinary committee — and he wasn’t exactly the best person to strike a meaningless conversation with. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the sound of his phone playing a familiar tune travelled passed his ears.
Heisuke flipped his phone open to see Hajime’s name on the screen with a new message.
[ Not particularly. Did you need something? ]
He stared at the screen for a moment, unable to think of a reply. What could he say? It started to sink in that maybe it really wasn’t a good idea. Heisuke had no aim, no intentions in mind when he sent the message to Hajime, he merely had the urge to talk to someone and with no one else in the classroom… with the press of a few buttons Heisuke started typing his new reply.
[Not really…] There was a pause while he thought for a moment. [Just bored. I finished my class duties a lot quicker than I thought I would. (;¬_¬)]