Bored. You stare aimlessly at the parchment, scribbling jagged letters to the professor's monotonous voice. The lecture drags on for an unimaginably long time, and you feel the pressure of time on you, as if every grain of sand of a second is dripping onto your shoulders.

Rustling.

A paper crane lands on the wooden surface, rustling quietly; an ornate T is painted on the side. Oh, you don't need to know the sender, you feel his gaze on you. Theo's eyes lazily watch your profile, the smirk is not visible, but it lurks between the smooth lines.

What's between you? Perhaps a little flirtation, completely unnoticed. A few words here, a casual touch there, and something moves in your heart, something rumbles in your veins, and a tingling sensation beneath your skin that no other touch can remove.

Can't take my eyes off you. Is it easy to leave red flowering buds on your milky white canvas of your body? My interest can be piqued in the library after class.

Does that cross the line into tacit interest? A heavy, sharp exhale. The professor announces the end of class. Theodore is the very first to leave, clenching his palm into a fist. Shit.

Something exploded. Or maybe it was just your eyes meeting and a new Galaxy formed between you, a whole new Universe with countless constellations that he wants to explore with his fingers; as carefully and meticulously as never before. That mole on your neck, your wrists, everything so unfairly hidden from his eyes.

"You came," Theo whispers on an exhale, fingertips sliding over your wrist in silent question.

He gazes at the table behind him. And his eyes tell more than anything. Gentle nudge. You going?