Not that he was especially eager for his first day of a repeated senior year. Quite the contrary--rather, his alarm clock had only recently informed him that he was in significant danger of being late!
He'd thrown on his uniform somewhat sloppily, hadn't had time for a shave, and had very nearly forgotten his baseball cap before rushing out the door. To his credit, he'd managed to make decent time; it looked as though classes hadn't begun yet.
Wonder if Yuka-tan's already in class...meh, probably. Wouldn't be like HER to be late... Skimming the crowd with his eyes for her familiar head anyway, he spied an entirely different familiar shape.
Junpei blinked. Then he blinked again. He even paused to scrub at his eyes. No way...it had to be some other kid who just happened to look like...but what if it was?
That thought alone was enough to jog him forward, following blue hair crowned by headphones. It wasn't very hard to pick him out, even when other students passed between them. Finally coming up behind the boy, Junpei hesitantly reached a hand out and touched his shoulder.