"...i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." Seiji finally finished mumbling, bowing a little with each apology.
He vaguely moticed the magazine. it had people on the cover. The fact that they were both boys was lost on him and he only recognized it as the kind of magazine they put right next to the games magazines and his monthly ghost story anthology at the convenience store and made it look like he was looking at something completely different.
"um, okay." He said, nodding. He hadn't recognized Kazuya at first she he stared at his face for a few seconds and then nodded. "oh, I think shirai-san talks to you after he, um..." kicks over my desk. daily. "leaves class. um, i'm mikio seiji. i'm in first year. it's nice to meet you"