Tea Shops and Tragedies

Blue Caridgans and Tea Shops.... it's all so Tiring.

Kiyotaka sat rigid in his seat, one hand resting neatly against the smoothened wood of the old classroom desk, the other poised against his chin as he gazed forward, deep in thought.

He was approximately fifteen minutes early to the first class of the day, naturally, so the world outside the college's old windows was filled with the soft glow of street lamps and heavy shadows. His mind still swirled with whisps of the events he had unwillingly taken place in yesterday. The explosive interactions with Leon, the frustrated gazes of his classmates, his uncomfortably warm interaction with the feminine boy, Chihiro.

It was troubling to him, having such distracting thoughts directly before class.

Well...

Really at all.

The whole situation had left a bad taste in his mouth and for some egregious reason, refused to leave his already cluttered mindspace, digging it's cold and brittle tendrils into his mind.

Somewhat thankfully, his overbearing thoughts were quelled into silence by the sudden and disrupting obstruction to his view. A dainty hand had appeared before his previously occupied vision, snapping once, twice, followed by the curious gaze of the boy from earlier.

"Hello? Earth to Kiyotaka!"

He blinked a few times, struggling for a few seconds to focus on Chihiro's confused expression.

"Oh, hello. May I help you?"

His hand fell to his lap, the corners of his lips pulling down the most minute amount. His mind still struggled for a few seconds longer to catch up with the current situation, his ears ringing with Chihiro's bell-like giggling. Was his response funny?

"I've been trying to get your attention for like... five minutes now. Are you ok?"

If Kiyotaka had been listening close enough, he almost swore he heard genuine worry in Chihiro's voice. He must have misheard.

"Hm? Yes. I'm fine. Just deep in thought is all."

Chihiro laid his palms flat onto Kiyotaka's desk, leaning slightly forward, disrupting the perfect placement of his papers ever so slightly to the left. But for once, Kiyotaka didn't feel a stab of anger about it. Just a bit of annoyance. Though as his eyes darted quickly to and fro Chihiro's hand invading his personal space warily, his thoughts were interrupted yet again by the owner of the intrusive hand.

"What were you thinking about?"

His head tilted ever so slightly to the left, a small piece of hair slipped from behind his ear and fell against his nose. It almost looked... cute. His nose wrinkled softly at the thought. Like the way a puppy chasing it's tail is cute. Or a younger sibling. Disrupting, distracting, unimportant, waste of time-

.

.

.

cute.

"Nothing important."

Kiyotaka held in a heavy sigh, reminding himself to keep his expression neutral, lest he were to somehow upset the fragile looking male.

So many questions.

It was beginning to get under his skin.

He could be studying right now. Reviewing the same pages upon pages his bloodshot eyes consumed daily. Getting ever ahead of his fellow classmates. Further.... further.... fur......the....r....

"Was there something you needed?"

"Oh!"

Chihiro giggled again, covering his mouth with his thin hand, hiding the ever growing smile with it.