Laito is in class, currently thinking about skipping to make out with one of the cute girls in this class. He yawns and rests his head on his hand, his left elbow propped on the desk and his right arm later on the desk. His eyes are focused on the front of the class but he occasionally glances around the room. Likely he’s merely looking at the girls in this class and contemplating which one he should sleep with next. The quiet squeals of his fangirls are heard clearly throughout the classroom.