Hitori was sweating slightly, hovering in that miraculous state somewhere between liquefaction and sublimation, much like gelatin dissolved in hot water for breakfast, on the verge of fusing with the moisture in her body to form a jiggling, quivering mass of jelly...
In fact, Hitori's physique was naturally capable of achieving that gelatinous effect; she only needed to spread her arms and do a little hop.
Actually, this breakfast was no different from any other. Anon was taking notes while browsing a fashion magazine, while Tomori pulled small stones of various shapes and colors from her pockets, watching their irregular facets flash with color as they struck against one another in the light. The teacher, unable to do much about these inattentive kids, simply pretended not to see and kept writing on the blackboard.
Chapter 296