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Sometimes, Kamui just didn't feel like school -didn't see the point of going at all. After all, he was beyond the age of required schooling, and with everything else going on, sometimes it was just like... really? Really? The world was ending, he was failing in his duties, and instead of focusing purely on that, he was stuck in homeroom, musing on how he'd "conveniently forgotten" his math homework. Sometimes that just seemed a little stupid and pointless.
Sure, yeah, he got the whole "social interaction" thing (which -Keiichi aside- he more or less avoided regardless), and he even fully understood that he needed some sense of normality. But... still...
He sighed and pressed his forehead to his desk as the teacher entered the classroom, wondering how much trouble he would get into if he just slept away his classes for the day. The urge was quite tempting. Maybe he could even get off the hook by blaming it on his still-healing wounds and the residual effects of pain killers. Maybe?
Suddenly, however, all thoughts of sleep flew away as he snapped to attention, only vaguely hearing the teacher say something about a new transfer student. The oddness of it was what caught his classmates' interests -since the last kekkai fell, people had been transferring out of Tokyo and not in- but what caught Kamui's was the strange power he could feel in the boy. Sure, CLAMP School was no stranger to people with powers, but... this felt unique. Interesting.
Quiet, Kamui tilted his head slightly and watched the new student, eying him with poorly hidden curiosity.
