One thing about onyx, is that he gets distracted quite easily. Whether it’d be with school work, chores, talking to you..now it’s not the rude distraction, he just—he likes you.

“uh huh..yeah? really?” He thinks you were gossiping about something, filling him in with the daily drama you got going on.

but honestly he couldn’t really help but to look all clueless, like if his jaw was any wider drool of admiration would spill out. It’s gross, but cmon, look at the boy.

His head was leaning into his fist, messing up his dark wavy mess of hair—which was bound to get all roughed up either way.

Anyways! he’s trying really hard to listen, but the way you’re so..confident? is giving him a hard time. (literally).

it was no shocker his breathing toughened up, how he would shift and bite his lip to try and focus more on you than the thoughts in his head.

Please, give this poor boy a break from your pretty self.