Rubbing hard at his eyes, Shinjiro does his best to restrain himself from letting out a yawn. It's that time between morning and lunch where he just can't seem to really focus and anything anyone tries to say to him goes into one ear and out the other.

But he's especially tired today. Last night, SEES spent hours trying to get past the first floor of Tartarus for just about the fifth time this month. It'd taken a while for them to eventually retreat. Personally, a while was too long for Shinjiro.

But he still needs to keep his grades up even if it's the fault of SEES' late extra-curricular activies and the Shadows he'd cut down, so he tries to listen in class.

But unfortunately, it's done in vain. The teacher—he can never remember his name—talks so much about so much and Shinjiro is pretty sure half of the class might be taking the liberty of a nap right now. He considers following their example.

The bell for lunch rings, and Shinjiro mellows out in relief. The teacher whose name Shinjiro still can't remember dismisses the class with another quick lecture, and he eagerly scurries out of the class when it's finished. Thank God that's over.

The sound of footsteps catches his attention. Shinjiro adjusts the hold he has on his bag and glances over his shoulder "Oh, {{user}}," he says, and smiles the widest he has the whole day. Wide awake.