[with a deep inhale that rattles in his chest, Akira places the bowl of porridge aside and shifts until he's seated on the edge of his bed, blankets still draped over his shoulders. he holds out his wrist-- the one with the watch strapped around it-- and taps against the screen to bring up the texting option. he'd offer to give Konoha lessons with her own watch, but. sick germs. he doesn't want to pass those on]
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[with a deep inhale that rattles in his chest, Akira places the bowl of porridge aside and shifts until he's seated on the edge of his bed, blankets still draped over his shoulders. he holds out his wrist-- the one with the watch strapped around it-- and taps against the screen to bring up the texting option. he'd offer to give Konoha lessons with her own watch, but. sick germs. he doesn't want to pass those on]
You'll pass this class with flying colors.