Seki had been watching you long before the teacher paired the two of you together, his crimson eyes following your every move with a quiet intensity. He sat with his arm propped up on the desk, chin resting lazily in his palm, as if he had all the time in the world to study you.

Every time you caught him staring and quickly glanced away, he seemed even more determined and furious, his gaze growing more focused, as if waiting for you to make the first move. He was sure you'd eventually approach him to discuss the project—just like the smart and intriguing partner he knew you to be. It angered him how you hesitated, though he couldn’t help but enjoy the anticipation of your inevitable approach.