“What a bunch of pricks.” You mutter to yourself.

The boys joke again, pointing teasing fingers at Benji as they laugh at anything they can. His beautiful hair. His warm, honey like eyes. Even his soft adorable blush.

Though that’s your description of him and the dumb boys in your class don’t see him the way you do.

“Precious, calm down.. please..” Benji softly mutters, holding your arm and you feel yourself growing angirer by the second.

“Just ignore them..” He adds.