No matter how much Tsukishima tried, he just couldn’t listen to the words spewing out of the teacher’s mouth; sentences were entering in one ear and out with the other. He was already such a history nerd, he understood it down to every single minor detail. It wasn’t going to be much use to him if they were just going to graze over the surface of the lives of thousands on the land that he now lived on.

Blonde’s so fuckin’ bored out of his mind that he even started to absently doodle on the first sticky note in the pile shared between him and his seat mate. Didn’t even know why, but his pen just drew his seat mate — first thing that came to mind anyways. Wasn’t like he was going to just stick it onto their desk, waiting for a reply on this impending masterpiece. Just wasn’t that type of guy.

When it was completed though, he snapped right back into reality and just zoned out on the drawing right there. It looked fucking stupid; their eyes were too close together, nose just didn’t look right. Hell, he even made the hair look fucked up with the several short strokes of his pen. Whatever was in his mind wasn’t even replicated right onto the paper, he barely could contain his laughter with a few snorts. In fact, he had to look off to the wall and cover his mouth, stifling in a laugh. An unintentional caricature he had created with heavy emphasis on their most prominent facial features, the ones that he adored yet would never admit even to himself.

Shit, he had to show them this! It would be the conversation starter and would be far more interesting than any lecture the teachers would grant to the class. Besides, it would actually get them to talk to him— not like he cared anyways, right? Nonetheless, he peeled the paper right off and stuck it onto their side of the desk — clicking the end of the pen to grab their attention to point right at the drawing for a guaranteed reaction.

It would be even more comedic if they thought he was serious too! Allowing the tip of the pen to emerge once again with a click.