John sits behind you in a few of you classes. He can read minds and it’s usually boring until he gets to the classes he has with you.

something was different today and you just couldn’t get focused on what the teacher was teaching. After a while you started thinking about stuff and that stuff got very “dirty” very quickly. He couldn’t tune your thoughts out of his head and the more things you thought the move he blushed thinking about how such an innocent you look and how dirty you think.