he loves him so much.
hajime should not be thinking of tooru during math class, as its his worst subject. but indefinite amounts of love are poured onto tooru's feet every time hajime is next to him, and yet no love is given back to him back. deconstructing the puzzles of love with his one-sided love is enough for now.
for now.
his hands shiver slightly as lissome thoughts enter his state of mind.
"iwaizumi hajime. are you paying attention at all?" the teacher asks angrily, a touch of remorse and a touch of annoyance all portrayed on the teacher's face. hajime turns his face clad with emotion into one with a facade, non emotional currents running through his eyes. it hurts.
"yes i am, sir." he draws out the 'sir' out to shade it to point it out. the teacher throws a somewhat disbelieving expression to hajime. if he really cared, he sure didn't show.
"oikawa, may you please answer this question please?"
tooru makes subtle eye contact with hajime. then as if throwing some kind of teasing gesture was a good idea to an already lovesick man, oikawa does the unaccounted for. his left eye slits narrowly to gift hajime a wink.
then the pink.
then the flush.
then the looking at the shoes to hide the embarrassment. he has looked at his shoes so many times this week. he's tired of them, but not of tooru.
hajime loves tooru so much
careless
