[ Weird enough, it rips off of his face with a noise akin to velcro straps. It feels like fabric in one's hands and no one questions it even when they see it right before their eyes. Time in class seems to go by really fast. The hand on the clock just winds forward and it's lunchtime already. Teachers swap during, teaching different subjects, before they clap to indicate it's time for their needed break.
Akira stays behind as the rest of the class leaves the class, bouncy and cheerful as ever. Their conversations show above their heads, but get fuzzier in the distance. Of course Daisuke has some students approach him, asking if he wants to go eat lunch with them? It seems like the Xs on these students' faces are peeling off slowly?
If Daisuke looks over, Akira is watching from the corner of his eye, head propped in his hand and elbow resting on his desk. ]
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Akira stays behind as the rest of the class leaves the class, bouncy and cheerful as ever. Their conversations show above their heads, but get fuzzier in the distance. Of course Daisuke has some students approach him, asking if he wants to go eat lunch with them? It seems like the Xs on these students' faces are peeling off slowly?
If Daisuke looks over, Akira is watching from the corner of his eye, head propped in his hand and elbow resting on his desk. ]