[Ayumu's class is one he's actually somewhat competent at! Go figure, he's not entirely hopeless at this school thing.
But the class is difficult to concentrate on when his fellow students-- the real students-- are more interested in muttering to each other than doing any of the work. He's done his best to blend in like they asked, and considering his general lack of restraint in anything ever, he makes it an impressively long time before he starts any trouble.
But he's in the middle of discussing a particular kanji with Yuuki when the students behind them start to discuss, in no uncertain terms and without even bothering to whisper, all the inappropriate things they'd like to do to their substitute teacher. And that's the last straw.]
Yuuki-kun, would you hold this for a minute? [Handing her the brush, he stands up, like he's getting ready to go grab some more ink for them. --And then he spins around, socking one of the boys behind them right in the nose.]
You should be more polite. [He doesn't even bother walking around the desk. He just grabs the kid by his collar, yanking him out of his seat and drawing his fist back again.] That sort of talk is pretty despicable, you know?
Ayumu's class I DO WHAT I WANT
But the class is difficult to concentrate on when his fellow students-- the real students-- are more interested in muttering to each other than doing any of the work. He's done his best to blend in like they asked, and considering his general lack of restraint in anything ever, he makes it an impressively long time before he starts any trouble.
But he's in the middle of discussing a particular kanji with Yuuki when the students behind them start to discuss, in no uncertain terms and without even bothering to whisper, all the inappropriate things they'd like to do to their substitute teacher. And that's the last straw.]
Yuuki-kun, would you hold this for a minute? [Handing her the brush, he stands up, like he's getting ready to go grab some more ink for them. --And then he spins around, socking one of the boys behind them right in the nose.]
You should be more polite. [He doesn't even bother walking around the desk. He just grabs the kid by his collar, yanking him out of his seat and drawing his fist back again.] That sort of talk is pretty despicable, you know?