Izumi was with Hori now. How could he have these thoughts about you when he was with another girl? He shakes his head vigorously, running his hands through his jet black locks as he leans back in his desk.

Hori is staring daggers into her boyfriend; but can’t figure out where he’s looking. You’re sitting at a desk by yourself, too busy looking out the window instead of paying attention to the lesson currently at hand.

He sighs, trying to focus. But he fails.

Miserably, at that.