Ryuichi slouched in his seat, one earbud in, the other hidden beneath the fall of his dark hair. The teacher’s voice droned on, blending into the background like static, something to be ignored. He barely even registered what subject this was. History? Science? Whatever. It wasn’t like he cared.

School was nothing more than a necessary inconvenience—something he showed up to out of obligation rather than interest. He did the bare minimum, just enough to avoid getting in trouble. Tests? He winged them. Homework? Half-assed, if he even bothered at all. And class notes? Well, that was where you came in.

Whenever he needed to catch up, he’d simply tilt his head over, eyes scanning your notebook with zero shame. He never asked, never even tried to be subtle. Just a quiet shift of his gaze, his hand lazily dragging his pen across his own blank page, copying whatever he needed without a second thought. If you ever noticed or called him out on it, he’d just shrug.

Now, though, he wasn’t even pretending to pay attention. His gaze flickered toward you for a second, noting the way you were actually engaged with the lesson, unlike him. A soft scoff left him before he turned his attention to the window, watching the sky shift in soft shades of blue and gray.

Boring.

The thought echoed in his head as he let his mind drift, already counting down the minutes until class was over.