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Makoto was one of the first to arrive at the classroom, seeing other students enter and sit down shortly after he had settled in.
Once everyone had settled down, he brought out what he had folded of the paper cranes, realising that one of them was missing somehow. Surprised, he began to search everywhere in his pockets.
“W-wait, where did I-”
He was caught off guard by what seemed like a light but stern tap on his head. (It didn’t really hurt him much since he had an ahoge to take the damage.) He reached over to the object on his head only to find out that it felt like some sort of book.
‘Oh, please be Kirigiri-san, because heaven forbid-’
“Naegi.”
He must have jumped at least a foot into the air at the tone and sound of the voice. He exhaled shakily and turned his head around. “Yes…?”
As expected, Byakuya sighed and pulled something out of his jacket pocket- whilst completely ignoring the fact that Makoto was literally terrified of him. He pointed a paper crane in Makoto’s direction, “You could at least be more careful, you know,” he said as the other boy practically blanked. Had he really dropped it just like that?
“A-chis!”
Someone had sneezed from the back of the classroom, and all eyes had turned to Touko’s desk to reveal Genocider Syo in her place. The teacher- who had just now entered the room pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, “Oh god, okay, Byakuya, make sure she doesn’t… kill anybody.”
At the mention of his name, Byakuya turned his eyes to the side in irritation. Makoto’s face blanked in confusion when the other boy’s eyes turned back to meet his.
“So are you going to take the- bird… thing- or do I have to keep it?”
Makoto snapped back from briefly spacing out, “Oh- right,” he said, taking the paper crane from Byakuya’s hand and sitting down without a second thought as the other boy took his seat behind him.
At least half of the lecture went over Makoto’s head and soon enough everyone was off, saying things like ‘Can I copy your notes’ and such.
He was then greeted with yet another tap to this time the back of his head.
“Ow,” he said, rubbing the back of his head as he turned his head to see who hit him- only to be none other than Byakuya himself. “Are you coming to the next class or do I have to personally hold your hand and walk you there myself?”
Makoto sighed as he got up from his seat and grabbed Byakuya’s wrist, causing the other boy to nearly drop his book. “Okay then, let’s go,” he said as he started for the classroom door.
Byakuya was quite taken aback at Makoto’s assertiveness, “Naegi, you didn’t actually have to-” he started, only to be cut off by the other boy. “Shush, you started this,” he said, pressing on. The affluent progeny sighed and let the other boy practically drag him towards the next class.