#blockouts

11: gentle kiss

  Though the teacher going over the lesson wasn’t necessarily considered noise, Heisuke’s mind was preoccupied with other things. Mostly on the classmate that was seated behind him. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have an interest in him, he even caught himself thinking how he kind of wished it was him behind the aforementioned instead. That way he could see him more, right? Any hint of a change of expression. Maybe things that caught his interest and shone on his face. Anything. 

  He wanted more than he could give the younger male. It was a hopeless crush, of course. He didn’t understand how it brewed up or when, but all he knew was he desperately wanted to do what he could to satisfy Tsukishima’s heart. Yet, he..was out of reach. Hopeless. Of course it’s hopeless. … At least, if it’s hopeless, then it wouldn’t hurt to put in his all, he figured. Right. The outcome would be the same, he knew. Today, they had some sort of project, and with the teacher’s eventual “a-ok” and with a click of his tongue, he shifted his weight around to turn his chair as well as himself to face Tsukishima. The only response he received was a small glance upwards, eyes shifting back down to his own belongings on the desk.

  Heisuke would, of course, be dejected if it weren’t for the fact he didn’t expect much in reactions at all. Maybe. But..this way, even if he was being ignored, he was happy. This way, he could actually watch the other work. Maybe his existence wasn’t even very noticeable. Maybe it was annoying, having someone you barely knew hover while you’re working. So, to make it easier, he did his own thing, too. Using his own lap as a table, he kept a hard-covered book placed on his legs so he could write without hinderance. Soon—class ends. Students dismissed. Without missing a beat—

  “Tsukishima. Can you wait?” He didn’t expect him to. “I need to ask you something. Please." He really didn’t expect him to. Against all odds, though, he did. Even if he looked mildly annoyed. Well, more than mildly. 

  Thus, they waited. Until they were alone. Granted, that didn’t take very long. Students were usually pretty eager to haul out of the classroom onto the next one. Most were even prepared for the bell or dismissal from the teachers themselves, what have you. He kept his eyes firmly on Tsukishima, whom was messing around with whatever book he would probably just carry to the next class. Still not bothering to look at him. 

  And such, he didn’t want to waste this person’s time anymore, the likelihood of getting another chance alone, or not, with him in general would probably waste whatever opportunity on Heisuke’s end in this moment he might have and, “Tsukki,”