<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/AoGECMU.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kawaguchi Akira<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Second-year Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tamahome Ryo<br/><br/><hr/><br/>I looked over at Ryo. I wasn't quite sure of what I was supposed to learn from this, maybe to not approach newcomers from now on. However, it was far less tempting to go home with an angry paper to be signed, so I pulled out my vigilantic side of my soul and took one for the team. After all, someone had to handle the newcomers, sadly the burden fell on my shoulder and not anyone else's.<br/><br/>As he requested the lesson plan, I could do but shrug. Couldn't he just ask the teacher about it? After all, I had my lesson plan, one copy of it, not a whole binder. Some might claim it'd be egoistic of me to think in such a way, but then again, I wasn't awfully keen on having to go to the teacher's office to request another copy of it either. People always claimed that being egocentric was a bad thing, but few seemed to accept that being egoistic could make you dodge a few powerful blows on the road. If people could just learn that having people hate them was a sign of being a part of a community, things would be so easier. After all, there would be no story without a villain?<br/><br/>However, despite all this, there was that lingering fear of getting sin-documentation in the form of papers from the headmaster. I sighed and pulled up my bag, flipping through the cheap plastic folders for the one where I kept the lesson-plans, carefully pulling each and every one of them out of their thin plastic pockets.<strong>"I want them back by tomorrow, you can ask for a copy in the teacher's office. The map of the school is also in the bunch if you haven't gotten one"</strong>I replied in a stale tone. I could feel my anger growing towards the rest of the class. Out of all people, why was I set to babysit? Wasn't it a bit irresponsible of them?<br/><br/>He started rambling about talking too much - And indeed he did. There seemed to be no stop, the stormgates were broken and the valves were split, and he just wouldn't shut up. I wanted to just pull back, act as if he was out of my world again, return to acting as if I cared about the papers in front of me. Some notes on how to well pronounce English words. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDP_LbUxdns)<em>"Refiri - Guratoo"</em>I couldn't help myself but to mock the awful schoolbooks. As someone who had grown up with a father speaking primarily English, I didn't have any problems with things like pronunciation. It was nice, and served me a cheap grade in English, which was always nice.<br/><br/>However, how could I. After all, I was supposed to play kind now. Anti-hero I guessed would be the most fitting term.<strong>"It's fine"</strong>I replied in the same stale tone as I had used earlier. I was hoping it would eventually make him realize that I wasn't too keen on chatting, but it seemed rather ineffective, another one who couldn't get the hint before you beat it into their head essentially. Well, there would be time for such eventually, but there was a time and place for everything, and it was not now.<strong>"But if you have problems to stop talking, the easiest way is to close your mouth"</strong>I added to it. Maybe it was a bit well much, but then again, it seemed like he needed a pretty obvious hint to back off.