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As the last words left the professor's lips and the last words were printed onto the sheets of paper in his notebook, the young Aburame nearly reached over for his benchmate. He still wasn't a fan particularly of physical human interaction, but he did manage to catch the edge of the girl's sleeve in what was distinctly a little pluck requesting attention.

Without further indication of his intentions or desire for her attention, he was up with the rest of the class, waiting politely a moment before the silence broke and the general hum of students moving took over the classroom. With a quick but somehow neat little motion, he swept all his books back into his satchel and leaned around his smaller classmate to peer properly at the small arachnid.