#((local teen spookethed by chalk and definitely only the chalk. more at 12))

[spaced-out-muses]

There's a threatening whoosh as a piece of chalk whizzes through the air - and a loud crunch as it's smoothly dodged in the nick of time, instead colliding with the wall and exploding into a cloud of dust. The one who so narrowly escaped a concussion is the one and only 'delinquent' transfer student, Ren Amamiya who; feeling quite proud of himself, leans back in his chair and turns to Taro; the one sitting behind him -- (come to think of it, has he ever actually introduced himself to this guy? He racks his mind, but isn't 100% sure...) With a cocky smirk, he pushes his glasses up his nose and pulls a loose strand of hair back into place.

"What'd you think? Pretty cool, right?"

Taro did not like Mr. Ushumaru's class for a variety of reasons. Reason number one? It felt like if your eyes weren't on him at all times, he'd know. The chalk-dust that suddenly exploded behind him and settled into his hair was a stark reminder of that fact. His head shot up with a terrified squawk, stammered apology on the tip of his tongue and—oh no.

Dull brown met bespectacled, piercing grey, and his stomach drops. The projectile wasn't intended for him, and he didn't know if that was better or worse.

"Uh... Y-Yeah, totally...! Didn't hit you this time, so...""

It's not as cool when you're in the splash zone, Amamiya!!!