Students stared toward the entrance, some of them unable to help but drop their jaws. Their eyes trailed up and down the student with the slightly crumpled uniform. A bit of dirt clung to the fabric, and a few leaves stuck to his shoulder.
Meanwhile, Mikel simply looked back at the shattered plate behind him.
"Huh." He nodded, then shrugged. "Close call."
With that, he turned and casually walked in to grab a tray. He didn't ask what the flying plate was about or why it came flying toward the entrance. He couldn't be bothered.
But as he got his food, the students in the cafeteria followed him with their eyes.
"Did he just dodge the plate like that?" a student whispered at one table, her eyes locked on him. "That's kind of cool."
"Is he a first-year?"
"I think I saw him earlier during the morning assembly, way in the back."
"He looks older for a first-year student."
"He looks older because you're still very young."
