Iruka's ears pricked to the sound of a familiar voice and peered towards it. He froze for a few moments and whispered to Akito, who sat opositte him ripping little chunks from a sheet of gold-coloured paper, sprinkling them on his desk. "Akito!" He repeated. "Look, there's that boy, the one we followed..."

Amaya and Ren overheared the two and looked over to Isuma, who turned his head upwards overlooking the rest of the class, walking towards a desk by the window.
"What an upnosed little git" Mumbled Iruka, narrowing his eyes at the boy who clamped his hands together, almost like sensei.
"Irukaa!" Yelled Akito in a silent manner, "There's nothing wrong with being a suck-up!" He knew Isuma would hear. Akito lowered his head down behind his book and giggled. Iruka did the same in shock and threw a scrunched up sheet of paper at Akito's forehead. "You fool!" He laughed.