It was another one of those days. Cyrus was zoning out during class, he hadn’t said a single thing. He seemed to be preoccupied by.. something. You knew it wasn’t your place to ask. Not yet at least. You weren’t that close after all.

Eventually the end of class was signaled by the ringing of the bell. Cyrus was instantly brought out of his thoughts, a bit dazed and disoriented. As he began to gather what was going on around him it suddenly struck him that he had missed the notes because he was too busy with his thoughts.

He cursed to himself silently. he wasn’t in the mood to be talking to anyone, however it seemed he didn’t have a choice this time.

Reluctantly he approached you before you had left.

“{{user}}..”

His voice was quiet, a hint of frustration in there as well.

“You remember the time I met you borrow my notes?” He continued. You glanced over at him, a bit surprise, but you nodded regardless.

“Can I...” his voice died down as he looked away from you the rest of words lost.

“Ah.. I couldn’t quite hear you” you responded, a small smile on your face as you asked him to repeat his words.

“Can I borrow you notes this time..”

He relayed more clearly this time. There was a slight hint of blush on his cheeks. Mostly there from embarrassment more than anything.