My online boyfriend~narusasu

xx

So, uhh  surprise? Without further ado,  lets continue where we left off.

Suffice to say, when I woke up the next day, I did not really "wake up". I essentially slept through all of my alarms and when I finally did wake up, it was only because mom called to remind about breakfast.
Ironically, I forgot all about breakfast in my chaotic preparation and just ran to school and only remembered when I was a few steps away from the classroom. As if on cue, my stomach growled. (A/N- that was so predictable/cliché/stereotypical/I cant even)
Maybe there's still time for me to go grab something from the cafeteria. The first bell rang(A/N- Saw it coming). Officially given up on food, I entered the class and went to my seat. On the way, I saw Kiba slumped over his desk, fast asleep. On any other day I would have woken him up. Relativity is at level 100 today.

There was a new mop of hair on the desk next to mine. An almost wild shade of red. I could hear the music blaring out of his earphones. Sadly, I can't recognize it or else I would've jammed.

As I sat down, the teacher entered. Everybody else stood up to greet her. I stood up too. By then everybody else sat down, leaving me in this awkward half stand half sit pose with my eyes wide. 
The teacher saw me and raised a delicately plucked brow. I just wanted to say that. Delicately plucked brow. Ah I said it again.

The kid next to me woke up. My bad. He just raised his head and opened his eyes. His eyes still looked like they were asleep. He slowly took in his surroundings. You know, like that supposed to be cool character in every other manga. There. I don't have to go into depth of his behaviourisms anymore.

The teacher began the class and I turned all of my attention to him. Because priorities.
I watched him as she rambled on in the background. I watched as he slowly took in his surroundings. The drastic widening of his eyes. The dawning of realization. 
I watched as he turned his (rakishly handsome) face around. Taking in his surroundings. 

I watched as his eye brows furrowed together in resignation and a certain look came upon his features. The look of acceptance. He's accepted his fate and given up.

At this point, I feel like a medieval war physician. I mean I dunno I think I could pass off as one? 
It's one in the morning and I'm watching this warrior I just patched wake up from his injury induced sleep in a confused state of mind. He feels at his bandages (courtesy of me, the dashing, other worldly and talented doc).

Except there are a few discrepancies with this setup. 
1. He is not a warrior.( and I'm not to be trusted with a life) 
2. He is not that rakishly handsome. 
3. He is not my type. 
Nope. Definitely not.
Oh and I'm also not an other worldly physician ( but I could be if I tried).

The fire ignited in his eyes again. He was refusing fate. 
Slowly, as if nothing was wrong, he slid down to the floor and started crawling towards the door.
Ooh I see what he's trying.
I don't see how its gonna work though, considering how the door is right NEXT to the teacher's podium!

So while I was running a commentary on his actions, he reached the door. He probably realized it was impossible to leave without anyone- besides the teacher( someone fucking tell me her god damn name!)- noticing.

Resigned to his fate again he just sat there. On the floor. Next to the door.

Okay wait. I know this sounds weird for all of you guys in my brain. You must be wondering.
He's sitting next to the door. Won't someone notice even without him leaving? 
Yeah welp. I got news for you. That I forgot to include before( honto ni gomen T^T) . 

There's a bench near the wall near the door. And this buffalo of a kid is sitting there (I'm sorry kid but you are bigger than me and that alone qualifies you for the title) who is conveniently hiding flame-brains' existence.

(I swear to God. Seventeen years of English learning and that's how I convey facts. Incredible. *face palm*)

Any who.
Class is going on. Dude is hiding. Generic stuff. Nothing interesting. I might as well pay attention to the woman now. 

Except, why? Education,yes. But why? What am I taking back from all this? What good will my knowledge of triangles do for me in my 'bright' future? Questions, questions, so many questions.

Now that the most distracting event to occur has already transpired, my mind naturally started to look for something else to distract me with. So it is no surprise when I noticed another red mop peeking in through one of the windows overlooking the corridor.
The teacher did not notice. Naturally.

There's only a few minutes left for the class anyway. I spend the remaining time eating the few candies I found at the bottom of my bag.

The bell rang and I proceeded to move on to my next class. The dude next to me who moved next to the door (English, you're failing me right now) had fallen asleep again and just sat there leaning against the wall. 

I almost moved to shake him awake. Keyword- almost. 

My overpowering fear of people and conversation and stammering at inopportune moments and people took over and I tripped my way out the door.

I instinctively turned towards my right to see the face attached to the mop of red hair. Cliche seems to be following me around because at that very moment, the mop turned towards me.

And my heart dropped.

I was met with these wide, bright, deep pools of  hex #88d8c0.

And was that a tattoo on his forehead?! I can't feel my heart. I think he took it away.

I think I'm in love. 
(lol I sound like a movie).