Ahhh, molecular bonding and the forces that made it possible. Normally, he wouldn't be as interested. Chemistry was not his forte, physics was. But the inclusion of inter-atomic forces made Isamu interested enough. Atoms and molecules made up literally everything observable in existence, be they antimatter or the garden-variety stuff you see every day. He appreciated the science of molecular bonds. As two wise astrophysicists had said: "We are all connected: to each other biologically, to the Earth chemically, and to the rest of the Universe atomically." (Neil Degrasse Tyson) and "The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together." (Carl Sagan)

He could go on for an hour about atoms, the connections they made and how important they were. But now he had homework and a paper about ions. Being the over-achiever he was with science, Isamu had thrown a few bits about plasma into his paper. Nothing they'd learned in class, just research he'd done independently. He was so extremely fond of Mutou. So extremely fond that he wouldn't even be surprised if somebody...got the wrong idea about their relationship. It had happened once before at Yamaku, and there was nobody to blame but Isamu. He was so enthusiastic about science and making friends that he often crossed boundaries few others would dare to cross with teachers. Usually, nothing came of it, but when he hugged one teacher, he earned himself a good thirty-minute lecture on appropriate conduct between teachers and students. 

Following the hordes of students out of class, Isamu made sure not to bump into anybody. If there was a single student at Yamaku who was extremely careful about the conditions of others, it was Tanaka Isamu. Part of it came from the fact that this was his fourth year here. Part of it came from the fact that a classmate had nearly died two years ago after a run-in with a careless hall-walker. But really, it mainly came from his heightened sense of friendliness and empathy because he never had real friendship growing up. So when a distinctly noticeable girl with distinctly noticeable hair crashed into another of his classmates, Tanaka was the...[i] SECOND [/i] to spring into action?! Never mind, it was just Haruto. Of all people, he was the other one you'd likely find at the scene of an incident like this, offering a hand.

Sighing to himself at his, Isamu approached the retreating party of the crash, the one who had a cane securely strapped to her arm, keeping a good half-meter of distance between them. "Hey, are you alright? That looked like a pretty rough fall there. I hate to see anybody get hurt because of stuff like that." Reaching behind his body and scratching the back of his head, he looked at the obvious offender. "I take it she wasn't looking where she was going? From what I saw, she seems pretty clumsy in general. Hm...maybe she has some sort of...brain disorder that messes with her balance? No...that would be a mental condition." Noticing that he was thinking the last bit out loud, he made a dismissing motion with his hand. "Ignore that last bit, just...just thinking out loud. I do that sometimes."