As the other students made their way into the class, Koshiro felt that his short conversation with Marie was for sure essentially over, leaving her question of whether or not the 'teacher was hot' to drift off into space. Her attention was towards the other students and the teacher now. Koshiro felt Tomoe was a showboat only, in his teenage naivety, but yes, Tomoe was the better one of them to be called 'hot stuff'. A pang of jealousy, maybe, was felt inside, or maybe it was simply regret that he could not think on his feet fast enough to have a cogent, meaningful conversation with another person - any person. He mouse-ily made his way back to his desk until he got called to do something. Tomoe backed out from leaving the class, which surprised Koshiro, especially since now he was begging to have his phone confiscated. That was a interesting spin on what should have been a straightforward blatant class ditch. It got him to think more about it. Who are you? What do you want?
Now was the time to divert his attention back to his 'Strike Three' game, started when he put the apple on Mr. Johnson's desk. It was incredibly shiny for one reason only; to conceal the fact that there was a very tiny hole in the apple, from a needle injection. Koshiro decided that, for now, Mr. Johnson was playing the game right. He'd switch it at lunchtime, ideally, if Misty won. Ideally. If Misty decided to grab an early snack, Koshiro would have to think of something pretty creative to prevent the consumption.
Koshiro had to admit it, finally. Misty and Tomoe had something that he wanted, that ability to draw attention, and was jealous. Would he allow a petty feeling decide the teacher's fate? He hoped not.
