it was interesting, the way that sasaki and miyano had interacted, both in a way that had at first made hirano want to step in between the pair and later in a way that made him want to stop taking notice of the way that they interacted at all. it was hard not to know about what was going on with them and their enjoyment of BL, not with the orange haired idiot sitting behind him in class, draped over the table top like a withered plant, whining - more often than not - that he missed miyano.

hirano wished, painfully so, that he could unhear certain things that he overheard, especially when they were comparable to his non-relationship with his roommate kagi. he wished he didn't have to hear that something as simple as sharing food was reserved for flirting with someone. the fact that he had never had a relationship notwithstanding, and that he and kagi had shared food for the greater part of a year, hirano wasn't exactly excited to hear whatever the latest woe that sasaki had found himself within. but it's okay, because he and kagi weren't the same as sasaki and miyano.

and maybe if he listened to whatever sasaki was waiting to whine over, they could both get back to studying without the cloud of gloom hanging over sasaki's head and hirano's shoulder. once break was called, hirano decidedly placed his pen down and turned to look at his friend draped over the table behind him contemplatively.