Gideon hefted his backpack over his shoulder, the heavy pack failing to even slightly angle his shoulders with its weight. Rather than a school backpack, it appeared more like a sports backpack, ratty and worn. Anyone that saw it would quickly understand that its sentimental value is equivalent to a family home. Generally, in his free time, Gideon would practice without fail, but his unstoppable work ethic towards his sport had one shortcoming: Where most people needed around 3 meals a day, Gideon would eat continuously throughout the day and still go to bed with a grumbling stomach.
Thus, Gideon trudged his way to the cafeteria with a sullen expression. Other students greeted each-other brightly as it was already the second day of enrollment at Shimebukuro High, but not a single word was issued to Gideon, and his lips never parted until he had arrived before the cafeteria lady. There was line but Gideon paid it no mind, simply walking past everyone without hearing an objection. Setting his hands on the counter, he glanced over the possible options before settling on a pork bun(s).
"7 pork buns."
Gideon stated stiffly, his humorless eyes leaving little room for a response beyond giving him what he requested. He didn't bother to notice the astonished faces of the staff , but rather nonchalantly gathered the 7 pork buns walked to a booth table, taking up the entire seat of one side with his legs as he lounged while eating in silence.
