He'd have carelessly fallen asleep, and lost track of his roommate. It was sort of...his thing to follow the guy subtly, since they were of the same grade and had the same classes. But now, Haru had lost track of him. The present area was not as...noisy? Loud? It didn't seem like it was as crowded, but Haruto had made mistakes before. This was probably his cue to leave and find his homeroom...on his own this time. Getting up, meeting some resistance in the form of bumping a leg into another chair, he made his way out into the halls.

Though he couldn't make heads or tails of the exact features, and sounds made by 'them'...the combination of their individual movements, sound patterns, and then that...they were all human. Though he may have known this in his mind, his brain was slower to process. It was like trying to make head or tails of a highly pixelated image, that only becomes slightly less pixelated upon careful inspection. To see a person for who they are, to hear them speak...it would take a lot of time, and despite the nature of the school for students with disabilities, there wasn't enough time for him to make sense of things on his own time.

At times, it was like...he was the only person in the world.

Wandering a bit lost, obviously lost...it was only when he clenched his hand in worry that he realised that he had been holding something. Unclenching his hand and looking down at it, it took a moment to remember that it must have been his schedule on paper. When he had found it this morning, he had held onto it, careful not to let it go and lose it forever...he didn't even let it go when he had fallen asleep. Haru could only stare, and try and figure out what to look for. Was it folded? Were there words on it? Was he looking at the front or the back? What colour was it? Trying to get his head right around this single objects, he was lucky enough to catch the attention of one of 'them'.

This shape, a shape who must have been another person held out...before taking the object slowly from his hand, making a medium pitch sound that seemed to trail off...before taking his arm and leading him somewhere, handing him back his schedule. It was only a few minutes of so, he was sure, before he was brought to his classroom. Stepping in, and nodding at the one who led him to it, he turned to face back into the area. There was some silence, before low and measured sound from one area of the room. Instructor, maybe? It didn't hurt for him to just bow his head apologetically, the worst he could do was bow his head at the wrong person...or accidentally headbutt somebody, "I'm sorry for being so late, I got lost."

His apology was met with more low, measured sound, "----------- s ---- a -- t h -- b a - k --------"

Internally, he was scrambling to put together the possible things the 'instructor' had told him to do...but externally, he just gave a easygoing smile and nodded, before gazing out over the things he could discern. Likely other students, based on the smell. Watching slowly, he intentionally bumped the objects lightly in passing. The object did not give, and seemed heavier...an occupied chair, an occupied desk, another occupied desk and chair, and--*push*, what must have been an unoccupied seat and desk. Finally, he leaned down and pulled the two objects apart, before sitting on the flat of the smaller object (chair).

Facing 'forward' at the source of the low and measured voice, Haru wondered if his head would finally make some connections and allow some cues to figure out a face or two...and then, he couldn't help but stare out a nearby window. The features weren't discerned perfectly in his mind, but he recognised the bright light values coming in from them, the slight warmth of sun on his skin.