Most of the student body doesn't seem to hesitate over getting a free study period. Some leave the classroom, others congregate in the corners to pursue their own social lives or swap notes.

But then, Michelle-

No. Mitsuru. She's Mitsuru. And she isn't like most students. That's evident in how she stays at her desk, and keeps her focus on the blackboard. True, most of it is a scrawl to her. But, there's still parts of it that jump out at her, and almost make some strange sort of sense.

In that way, it's a match for her own head. And seeing it in physical form does something to aid in sorting her thoughts out, as though it's some sort of meditational aid. So she'll keep her eyes fixed to the blackboard and the chalk scrawls, and try to copy as much as she can onto her own notes. Her pen moves in a constant, loud scratch over the paper.

"Hmm..." and there's the soft noise in the back of her throat. "Something... like that."

It's more than she usually says when taking notes. But then, this is an unusual class lecture.