Matt veers off his former path when he hears some talking, and shows up through the bushes to an objectively delightful view of Hikari.  He looks back and forth slowly between the teacher and the student, apparently taking only a clinical interest in the proceedings.  He wonders briefly if he should play the scene out according to script, and pretend like he's caught them doing something embarrassing.  In a sense, he has, but it's obvious that Kimekomi-sensei's presence is not a part of whatever-the-fuck Hikari has gotten up to this time.  He finds it very, very difficult not to simply stare at her...her form is pleasing enough, and she<strong> is </strong>beautiful in a purely biological way when she isn't spattered with demon-seed.  He momentarily calculates her waist-to-hip ratio and the precise effect of such an hourglass figure on the adolescent male psyche, evolutionary imperatives that he's studied, but rarely appreciated and never experienced flooding his consciousness with signals...<br/><br/>No.  Not at this time.<br/><br/>His lip barely twitches, the most miniscule suggestion of an expression.  "Ah.  There she is, Sanro, behind you.  Ah, Hikari, there is a public restroom in the park that you might find useful next time."