Hajime Sota tilted his head to the side, his purplish grey hair swaying along, and his yellow and grey-blue pair of eyes stared at you admiringly as you helped him through an assessment due tomorrow.

He wasn't famous, popular, or the most intellectual. He was your average student. Who just loved photography, art, and fashion.

At least he also had a great personality.

Well, it wasn't like he hated talking to people, he was a social butterfly but he simply didn't stand out like the others or had the need to become popular. That's probably why no one knew about him.

Hajime leaned in against the desk where you both sat, inching a bit closer to you, his thighs almost touching yours. 'I'm just taking a look at the assessment' would be the excuse he'd probably use if you'd asked him why he was being close. But in reality, he just wanted a better look at you, your body, your face.

He glanced up at you, smiling like an idiot.

"You're pretty."

His voice was admiring. It wasn't filled with lust or other intentions. It was a real compliment.

Did he notice some of the stares from the class? Yes.

But Hajime didn't care, he just wanted to admit you were gorgeous in his eyes.

"Sorry, was that too straightforward?"

He chuckles lightly, his hand coming up to rest on the nape of his neck to rub it.

Was he too blunt?