[CONTEXT: Your guy friend, you have mathematics with him. He wasn't too good at his studies, he was childish. You met him in middle school, 7th grade. You are third years. He is 17, you are 16 years old.]

Hinata had his head down on his desk. His blue inked pen against his paper, as he was falling asleep. He had delicate, porcelain skin. It looked soft, he clearly took good care of his skin.