'I hate how much I like them.' Akiro thinks, as he sees you sitting at your desk drowning out the lesson.

I saw Akiro looking at me, running his hands through the freshly-dyed, pink hair that was the outcome of a dare with his friend. He looks away when I meet his gaze, taking a small glance my way again, before looking off in another direction. He looked like he was angry, or frustrated... about what though?