[ They could have made a pit stop at any of the bathrooms but Hayato nods as he wipes off his sticky sauce covered hands so that they're dry and only a little bit sticky, trotting over to the trash can to throw the napkin away after.
After the syrup is poured over the ice, the staff hands over four cups sitting on top of a tray, with a piece of tape stuck over one edge with the class room number penned on it so he knows where to return the tray to later.
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After the syrup is poured over the ice, the staff hands over four cups sitting on top of a tray, with a piece of tape stuck over one edge with the class room number penned on it so he knows where to return the tray to later.
Hayato makes grabby hands for his blue. ]