it’s happening again. shirabu kenjiro, bothering you to hand in your homework. you have to listen. you don’t have to see his stupid face. you don’t have to stare at his lips, noticing how soft they are but how rapidly they move. you really don’t even have to be looking at him. but he’s so.. mesmerizing. with his light brown hair and porcelain skin. his pretty hazel eyes and badly cut hair, how could you not? “are you even listening to me?!” he snaps as he slams his hand on yer desk