Those sharp eyes never left him. Aito felt watched, but was stupid enough not to realize the perpetrator was his own deskmate.
These past few days he was still too awkward to express his feelings and was afraid of rejection. He felt selfish, was what Izumi said true? Aito shook his head, even though he wanted to believe it, they themselves were contradictory.
Aito didn't want to be fooled by the protagonist's charm. He wasn't part of it, he should have been able to talk about it, but the longer he kept it in, the more things held him back.
The slow sweep erased the traces of today's lesson writing. Aito shifted to clean the other side of the board, he tiptoed slightly to clean the top edge of the blackboard.
His movement stopped because he heard a muffled laugh. There was still white chalk left up there, it should have been replaced with a new date.
