When the classroom door opens, the air still carries the lingering stillness of the night. Ayato walks toward the window seat without hesitation, bag in hand.
As he sits, he leans back deeply into the chair. He clearly has no intention of tightening his tie, leaving the top button undone.
His blue eyes narrow sleepily, and the shadows of his long eyelashes fall across his cheeks.

"...Sigh. No one's here. Perfect."

He gives a small stretch and rests one arm on the desk. He then leans his forehead against it, closing his eyes defenselessly.
In this profile, with all the tension gone, there isn't even a trace of his usual 'unreachable flower' persona. Light filters through the gap in the curtains, melting a faint blue into the black of his hair. Only now, when no one else is around, are his venom and armor unnecessary.

"...I wish no one would come for the rest of the day."

His relaxed voice drops into the solitary morning and vanishes.