[color=a187be][b]Shinjiro Karasawa[/b][/color]

Any prospective needler or nuisance would find Shinjiro lounging in his seat in that oh-so-typically ruffian way-- Feet propped up on his desk, arms folded behind his head, and eyelids closed as he gamed the system, using the last few minutes of free time at the end of the day's final class to get some decompression in. Some relaxation.

Some time for his fuckin' brain to stretch and yawn after a long day of work.  S h e e s h.

At the bell's tone, the purple-haired esper calmly swung his legs off the desk and back onto the floor, lifting his bag and heading out with all due haste.

That being a leisurely walk. Sure, school was rough and he preferred not being in class to being in it, but rushing out after a long day'd only serve to make him[i] more [/i]tired.

And screw [i]that[/i].