During lunch, one of the Student Council Members had opted not to take advantage of the vastly superior fare on offer in favour of getting food from outside the school itself. Eating the best of the best was all very well and good, but sometimes Hikari simply wanted something cheap and greasy. The boy, widely regarded as one of the most elegant and classy girls in the entire school, had taken advantage of the only time during the school day you could temporarily leave without breaking the rules... (provided you had good reason, and [i]someone[/i] had to make sure the new pizza place knew to not deliver to the school) and run into an unfortunate queue on the way to getting pizza.

No matter in the long run, though, as the black-haired youth was returning with more than enough time to make it to the stadium, though the last few slices in the box she carried might suffer a cruel abandonment in order to reach the stadium without setting a poor example around dropping everything else to get to the address on time.

The boy in the girl's uniform seemed to almost not notice as he walked through the emerging battlefield, right up until he was level with the tank and the disciplinary committee's chief enforcer. One slender arm rose to meet the descending metal mass until, implausibly, it was caught as easily as if it was simply a balloon and not a real weapon of warfare, being pushed sideways and gently drifting towards the ground with its now immensely-reduced weight.

"Absul-kun, didn't you hear? The address is more important than fighting delinquents," the effeminate boy warned, even his speech patterns misleading, before Hikari picking up his pace to make sure that he wasn't late to the address. By the time he got to his seat, the box and pizza had both been properly thrown away, and it was once more a lollipop in his mouth than greasy junk.