[ Having a math class so early in his new morning schedule certainly isn't ideal, but it's required for the next course he wants to take, so he gets himself to class this day. Somehow.
Haru sees the pencil first. It skitters on the floor. A quick glance at it puts one of the other students in his field of view. Brown hair, neutral-colored shirt. Haru offers the pencil at a level that results in a near-injury, distracted momentarily by the gleam of light off the other young man's hair.
Have we met before? ]
No.
[ That's his automatic reply. Haru retracts his hand, only letting his gaze linger only for a moment before looking back at his paper. They can't have met before... he thinks, anyway. Even if he seems familiar, it must be a coincidence of some kind.
But he looks at him again, despite that, accidentally catching his gaze more than once, until the class is over and he's starting to clean up his things. ]
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Haru sees the pencil first. It skitters on the floor. A quick glance at it puts one of the other students in his field of view. Brown hair, neutral-colored shirt. Haru offers the pencil at a level that results in a near-injury, distracted momentarily by the gleam of light off the other young man's hair.
Have we met before? ]
No.
[ That's his automatic reply. Haru retracts his hand, only letting his gaze linger only for a moment before looking back at his paper. They can't have met before... he thinks, anyway. Even if he seems familiar, it must be a coincidence of some kind.
But he looks at him again, despite that, accidentally catching his gaze more than once, until the class is over and he's starting to clean up his things. ]