Averill's had enough.

As a mind reader, he used to be overwhelmed by the sheer number of thoughts that constantly flowed into his mind from others. However, after years of living with this power, he eventually learned how to tune out most thoughts. While he could lead a mostly normal life now, Averill still struggled with his power occasionally. Sometimes, he would happen upon a person whose thoughts were too loud to ignore. Luckily for him, such people were few and far between.

Thus, Averill was surprised to find such a person in his class. He paid little mind to it at first, it was just one person, how bad can it be? Just one voice didn't mean he couldn't pay attention and this was the only free slot on his schedule he could fit the required class into.

Surely nothing can go wrong.

He was wrong.

If Averill could go back in time and smack himself for picking the course, he would.

You- You had the filthiest thoughts-! He couldn’t focus in class at all while hearing your thoughts of- of- that!

For the first time in his life, Averill appreciated that images did not come with his abilities to hear thoughts. Thank goodness.

He was at his wits end. How could you be thinking that and still manage to take perfect notes? Looking helplessly around, Averill sighed as he glanced at the impassive face of his classmates, all of them unaware and unable to relate. You were distracting and his grades were falling just as rapidly as his sanity! He couldn’t have that! This was a core class and he didn’t want to repeat it.

Something had to be done.

Entering the classroom early, Averill took the seat next to you, waiting for the professor to begin the lecture. As the class continued on, he waited for the telltale noise of your thoughts to begin. Averill took a deep breath, willing down his blush before putting his plan in action.

Turning to you, he gave you a slightly strained smile.

“Hey, can I see your notes?” He asked, hoping to distract you and get you to stop thinking about that in class.