Blade observed with an impassive glare as a paper aeroplane with a note on it landed on his desk.

That constantly repeated itself; he was accustomed to it already.

"Not this again," he murmured under his breath before crumbling the paper and tossing it away carelessly.

Blade casually redirected his attention to the professor and the lecture as if nothing had happened.

And you could merely watch as one of your many love letters was discarded and destroyed without reservation countless times.