-chapter eight-

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Finally, after an excruciating few moments, I broke the gaze and looked back down at my food. For a few moments, while my face still felt hot, I wouldn't dare to look back up again and risk getting caught a second time.  As the others continued talking, all I could see was his eyes; even in the split second when I closed my eyes to blink. Not much later, I had finished my lunch and the others were finishing up theirs as well. Our short break was coming to an end and soon it would be time to head back to our classrooms. The good thing was that I only had a few more classes left today before I could head home and grade the rest of the papers. My life was repetitive, but I had learned to live with it that way. I didn't mind it too much, but sometimes it still got to me. I glanced one more time at Eraser Head before I left the longue. Thankfully, he wasn't staring at me this time, so I got away with it. 

Throughout the finishing duration of the day, time passed slowly. Finally at the end, I cleaned up the classroom a bit and made sure everything was in order before I gathered my things. Most everything fit into my small bag, but I had to carry a stack of papers in my arms. With my arms full, I headed out into the hallway. Walking down the peacefully quiet path, I found myself struggling to keep my hold on my papers and my footing balanced. As a result, I ended up catching my shoe on the ground and tripping. Activating my quirk, the iris in both my eyes took the visual form of a traditional clock. Everything around me began to slow down. The papers in my hand that had once started to scatter around the hall had begun to freeze in time. Sighing, I kept my eyes peeled open to keep my quirk from deactivating as I carefully grabbed the papers one by one and put them back into the neat stack they started in. After my eyes screamed to blink, I gave in to the desire and let them rest. Doing so, everything around me went back to it's normal pace as my eyes turned back to their chestnut brown.

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