Hagakure had told him he was about thirty percent sure Kuwata was in the right class. Deciding to trust him in any scenario was a mistake, as everyone knew, but this was Leon. He honestly didn't know better. So, taking a free seat next to a guy with cool hair, the athlete prepared himself to slack off for the next several months. Minutes passed, and the teacher went on and on about something Leon wouldn't understand even if he was paying attention, and slowly but surely, he was starting to get bored. Blue optics scanned the boy next to him thoughtfully, before looking away. Pretty soon, the wannabe-rocker was literally looking at him once a minute.
"'M name's Kuwata, an' I don' really wanna be here, nice t'meetcha." The words were out before he could stop them, but he didn't mind much. A cheeky grin spread across his face as he offered his hand, the teacher paying them no mind. Teenagers didn't seem to care much about civics nowadays anyhow.