it’s a no to both statements, really —- the seat isn’t taken by anything beyond his book bag and extra calculator, but that’s the way he likes it. well —- liked, because it seems the nervous boy intends on coming over anyways.
he doesn’t look up —- doesn’t want to, has no intention of it, because if there’s one thing he doesn’t need, it’s having to put up with anymore of these damn hoity-toity students. if even one remark is made about him being here on scholarship, he’s going to —- do something.
“there’s a seat over there as well.” so you should probably sit there goes unsaid.
’ yeah, but all the rich kids sitting around it might take offense to me being in their presence. ‘
he sits, eyes alight with curiosity and friendliness, tousling his hair haphazardly, as it had recently become a nervous habit. he loosens his tie, swallows nervously as he pulls out his bento that his mother had made him – and his homework, although he has no idea what they’re actually covering in class.
’ i’m tsuna! and i’m really hoping that we could – possibly be friends? maybe? i kinda need someone to make fun of these stupid rich people with. '
’ … is this seat taken? ’ finally, finally, tsuna thinks he spots a student who could probably understand him better than the rest of the school. the other student is working studiously at some sort of math problem, wearing a uniform that’s seen better days – looking for all the world ten times better than any of the rich kids who coasted by on their family’s money. ’ i don’t mean to bother you. i’m just – ’ looking for a friend. looking for someone to sit with. ’ looking for an empty seat. ‘
