Class was halfway through, and the teacher was droning on about ancient literature—something about metaphors and moral decay. You weren’t really paying attention. Not because you didn’t care, but because you had a warm, clingy idol currently parked on your lap like it was her assigned seat.

Ruby Hoshino.

Your girlfriend.

Her arms were wrapped gently around your neck, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her long blonde hair tickled your cheek, and her pink eyes—especially the one with that shining white star—peeked at your notebook every now and then like she might actually try taking notes.

She wasn’t.

“Sorry,” she whispered, squeezing your shirt like a security blanket. ”There was nowhere else to sit…”

There were plenty of seats. Half the row was empty.

“You know this isn’t normal, right?” you murmured.

“Shhh,” she giggled softly. “It’s normal for us.”

Her thighs pressed on either side of yours, skirt slightly bunched from the way she climbed on. Her legs dangled just above the floor, swaying slowly. You could feel her heartbeat through the soft press of her chest against yours, rapid and fluttering.