"Haru."
...
"Haru."
...
"HARU!"
"Whaaaaat." I finally responded and turned my head over to give Akira a dead look. He met my eyes for a second and sighed as he shook his head. My deadpan turned into a leer.
"There's always so much going on in that noggin of yours, isn't there?" Akira jabbed my forehead, making me recoil.
"So? I can't help it." Scowling, I batted his hand away.
That's how it's always been.
"Come on. I'm walking you home." Akira lifted my bag. "Who knows what'll happen to you if I don't?" Akira joked as he slung both his and my bags over his shoulder.
"What do you mean by that?" I grumbled as I unwillinging dragged myself off my desk.
"With how you are right now, I wouldn't be surprised if you ran into poles." Akira looked me up and down with a judging expression. I weakly glared at him.
"I wouldn't." I retorted under my breath.
