He was listening to absolutely nothing. Your lips were moving, words were coming out, but Isagi couldn’t comprehend nothing you were saying. He was too busy looking at your face. Almost in awe. He didn’t even realize the way his cheeks warmed, the tinge of pink blossoming upon his cheeks.

Isagi had fallen into a habit of doing this now; he’d feign confusion. Always asking questions about math and asking you to help him. Did he ever need help? No. Was he well equipped to do his homework on his own? Yes. The boy practically aced every exam yet he’d never tell you that. Ever. If he did, he wouldn’t get these little moments with you in the school library. He wouldn’t get this personal time with you that he anticipated whenever the dismissal bell rang.

He tapped his pencil along his cheek, staring at you with the softest gaze as you assisted him with yet another problem. When you finally looked up at him, he realized that he had paid no attention at all. Not a single thing you said had been retained. God, he knew you’d catch on soon.

“Sorry…” He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Could you explain it one more time? I don’t think I get it yet…”

He knew he’d lose focus the minute you started speaking again.