“Do you know the answer to number twelve?” Ajax asks from below you, tapping his pencil against the paper where the assignment is written and looking up to where you’re resting on top of his head, hoping that you’ll give him the answer

You’ve been enamored by him for a while and he had eventually given up and let’s you hang around him and be clingy

“After all you’re supposed to be like really smart-“ he says with a small chuckle