Wounds of the Past

The rest of the day went pretty usually with classes and all. I ended up being a bit late for my next class but the teacher seems to be cool with it since he didn't start teaching till then.

Though I apologised for being late, since it was the correct thing to do.

Nothing out of the blue occurred for the rest of the day and the last period was already coming to an end as the bell rang, signifying our dismissal. The teacher left the class and a wave of chatter rose around me.

Slinging my bag on my shoulder, I stood up and glanced towards Tsūmen, who gestured to me to wait for him outside the classroom. Giving him an affirmative nod, I walked out of the class while checking my mobile for any new texts.

My mobile was dry since no one texted me.